"Whew, this sword strike is far too domineering. It kills a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of my own."
In his quarters, Ye Lin opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his gaze filled with complicated emotions.
This sword strike was far too savage. It was also one that killed a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.
To be precise, once he unleashed this strike, it would drain a full fifty percent of his blood essence in exchange for immense power.
Draining fifty percent of his blood essence to unleash a single strike—he didn't even dare imagine how powerful it would be.
At his current strength, if he used all his trump cards and then drained fifty percent of his blood essence, he could fight a peak Spirit Transformation cultivator. If that cultivator were nearing the end of their lifespan and their body had withered, one strike could kill them.
But what would it mean to lose fifty percent of his blood essence?
At best, he would suffer severe injuries and need at least eighty or a hundred years to recover.
At worst, his foundations would be damaged, and he would have no hope of reaching the Dao Integration stage in his lifetime.
Blood essence was incomparably precious to all living beings, for it was the most vital thing they possessed.
As the saying went, all the blood in one's body couldn't be exchanged for a single drop of blood essence.
A single drop of blood essence from a Spirit Transformation cultivator could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones for a mortal.
"Whew. Since it's so savage, I'll call you Last Stand. I mustn't use you unless the moment is truly critical."
Ye Lin let