Punch after punch flew, and the Yin General before him was clearly beginning to buckle under Ye Lin's ferocious assault. Yet Ye Lin showed no intention of holding back; instead, his attacks only grew fiercer.
"Damn it! Useless! Utterly useless!"
Blood Daoist, watching the battle from afar, cursed furiously. He had originally thought that once he revealed this trump card of his, the entire battlefield would fall under his control.
As for Ye Lin? What was he? Something he could crush to death with one hand.
But now that he looked, the outcome was vastly different from what he had imagined. His most powerful trump card—the imposing, peerless Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Yin General—was being beaten like a dog by Ye Lin.
And it had not even had a chance to fight back from start to finish. This filled him with rage.
Why? Why exactly?
Even he himself was far from being a match for a Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Yin General, yet now it was being suppressed and beaten from beginning to end by some brat before him.
"Blood Sacrifice Art, go!"
Blood Daoist hardened his heart and rapidly formed hand seals. Blood-red talismans were drawn one after another with his own blood, then launched in rapid succession.
At the same time, the blood within the bodies of the cultivators who had long since died on the ground began to flow out at high speed, surging toward the Yin General.
Blood sacrifice. Blood Daoist was using the blood of countless living beings to sacrifice to the Yin General, attempting to force it into the Heavenly Immortal realm.
"Just you? Disperse!"
Watching the blood qi gather toward the Yin General from all directions, Ye Lin unleashed his aura and gave a violent shake. In an instant, the surrounding blood qi was forcibly