With no other choice, Ye Lin took out a drop of Million-Year Spirit Milk and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and began regulating his breath.
As the Million-Year Spirit Milk entered his body, the damaged meridians within Ye Lin were continuously repaired.
The Million-Year Spirit Milk truly deserved its reputation as a sacred healing medicine. The meridians that had been crushed in a single exchange were restored to their original state.
The immortal power within his body was constantly mobilized to suppress that violent Sword Intent raging inside him.
Meanwhile, Jian Unrivaled in the distance wore an incomparably conflicted expression. His aura was equally chaotic, immortal power running wild throughout his body.
"What's wrong with those two? Why have they both stopped? Blood Baleful is even healing his injuries in the middle of battle?"
"Who knows? Blood Baleful was struck by Jian Unrivaled's sword just now, so he must be in terrible shape. And Jian Unrivaled was obviously hit by Blood Baleful's sword as well."
"So they're just deadlocked like this? Blood Baleful's injuries look like they're nearly healed already. Why hasn't Jian Unrivaled made any move yet?"
"Who knows."
Seeing that both of them had stopped attacking, the spectators around them were filled with confusion.
They had been fighting with such fiery intensity just moments ago—why had they suddenly fallen into a ceasefire now?
"Hah. If not for the Million-Year Spirit Milk, I might really have had to leave because of this."
A moment later, Ye Lin let out a breath and slowly rose to his feet. The injuries he had sustained were fully healed, and the aura around him was even more powerful than before.
"Blood Baleful, if I had not entered that state of enlightenment, I might truly have fallen into your trap from that sword."