Ye Lin held a Long Sword and easily blocked the Shadow Clan prodigy's attack. Then he turned toward the Zhao Huaian brothers with a smile.
"Who are you?"
Dark Night stared at his numbed arm in shock.
Ye Lin had stopped his attack with ease, and Dark Night's arm was still tingling. Ye Lin, by contrast, looked completely unharmed.
In that brief exchange, Dark Night had already judged that Ye Lin was strong—at the very least, no weaker than Zhao Huaiping.
"Shangguan Xihe, look after them."
After speaking, Ye Lin charged at the six Shadow Clan prodigies before him, carrying Evil Slayer. He faced all six without hesitation.
The seven immediately clashed. Facing six opponents at once, Ye Lin instantly fell into a disadvantage, but he could still barely hold them off.
"Okay."
Shangguan Xihe was taken aback, then went to stand in front of Zhao Huaian and Zhao Huaiping.
Zhao Huaiping's injuries were only ordinary wounds and weren't a major concern, but Zhao Huaian was already gravely ill, and his condition was extremely serious.
Seeing how badly Zhao Huaian was hurt, Shangguan Xihe furrowed his brow, then took a white jade bottle from her robes.
She slowly opened the bottle, and a drop of green liquid floated out.
An indescribable vitality radiated from it.
Diluted, that single drop could heal thousands of gravely wounded mortals.
"Th-this is the Elf Race's Holy Water?"
Staring at the green liquid, Zhao Huaian was stunned.
The Elf Race possessed a divine treasure called Holy Water, with countless miraculous uses.
But the Elf Race had always treated it as a closely guarded secret, allowing no outsiders to learn of it.
The moment he saw it, Zhao Huaian recognized it. After all, he had reached the limits of the Nascent Soul Realm ten years ago