The two forces continuously radiated outward and collided. The sight made Zhao Ling'er, watching from afar, tremble with fear, and she could not help retreating farther from Ye Lin.
At this moment, Ye Lin was simply too terrifying, like a true God of Slaughter walking the world.
"I refuse to believe I can't suppress you."
The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor had stirred Ye Lin's bloodlust as well. He was clearly determined not to rest until he had subdued it.
Endless power surged from within him. For a time, the blood baleful aura of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was gradually suppressed by Ye Lin. In the end, it was only a sword.
A sword whose artifact spirit had fallen into slumber. Even if it was a supreme artifact, it could gradually no longer withstand Ye Lin at the height of his strength.
Under layer upon layer of suppression, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor finally fell still. It no longer resisted, seemingly having been completely subdued by Ye Lin.
Seeing this, Ye Lin wiped the sweat from his brow and revealed a smile.
It had been too arduous. The entire process had been too arduous.
But now it was done. The first step was complete; the second was to enter the internal space of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and communicate with its artifact spirit.
The next moment, Ye Lin's divine sense entered the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor once more. This time, it did not resist and allowed his divine sense to enter.
Once his divine sense entered, the scene before Ye Lin's eyes changed dramatically.
Before doing so, however, Ye Lin did not forget to cast out the Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell, guarding himself within it. The moment he communicated