Seeing Yan Batian's aura incomparably weak and his body gradually turning transparent, Ye Lin's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.
He had not used Reminiscence often, but every time he had, it had been unstoppable.
Yet later on, Reminiscence had become less and less effective against True Immortal cultivators. Logically, for an unparalleled genius like Yan Batian, even if Reminiscence could affect him, the effect should never have been this great.
But judging from Yan Batian's current state, Reminiscence had inflicted quite a severe effect.
For a time, Yan Batian's body grew increasingly transparent, as though he were about to vanish from this world at any moment.
Seeing this, Ye Lin naturally would not let such a perfect opportunity slip away.
"Second form of the Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder Sword Art, Mystic Firmament."
Sword-drawing technique.
As Ye Lin slashed fiercely, rriip...
A violent peal of thunder rang out, making the surrounding space tremble. The incomparably dazzling sword radiance carried an immensely dense, world-destroying might of lightning.
This sword was enough to make Yan Batian fall on the spot.
Even now, Yan Batian showed no sign whatsoever of waking.
However, just as the sword light was about to reach Yan Batian, just as Yan Batian was about to fall, Ye Lin's heaven-shaking sword radiance suddenly vanished.
"Wake up."
A voice filled with majesty rang out. Upon hearing it, Ye Lin's expression turned vacant, his Primordial Spirit seeming about to plunge into an endless hell.
The next instant, a cool sensation spread throughout Ye Lin's body, and he abruptly awakened.
Having come to his senses, Ye Lin looked gratefully at the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand.
Just now, it had been the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor that had acted in time and pulled him back.