"Who exactly are you?"
On the ground, the black-robed man looked up at Ye Lin in the sky, grief and fury filling his heart. What the hell was this thing? The moment he appeared, he had come straight for his Sacred Blood Scythe.
Seeing that Ye Lin ignored him and continued examining his Sacred Blood Scythe, Li Zhigang's face twisted with grief and indignation.
"Fine, fine, fine. You won't talk, is that it? Then today, I'll beat you until you do."
Li Zhigang stretched out his palm, his face full of rage.
"Sacred Blood Scythe, return."
As Li Zhigang shouted in fury, the Sacred Blood Scythe in Ye Lin's hand began to tremble violently. A force surged from it, as though it were about to break free from Ye Lin's control.
Ye Lin hurriedly mobilized the power of immortal fortune to suppress it. Yet not only did the suppression fail, it instead made the Sacred Blood Scythe grow even more violent. Wave after wave of aura belonging to an Immeasurable Artifact erupted from it.
Immeasurable Artifacts possessed artifact spirits of their own. If an artifact spirit erupted with its full strength, its power would be no less than a Taiyi Profound Immortal cultivator acting in person.
In an instant, the Sacred Blood Scythe flew from Ye Lin's hands and shot straight toward Li Zhigang.
"Hmph. If my origin power hadn't been exhausted, I could still have suppressed a mere low-grade Immeasurable Artifact."
The next moment, an incomparably aggrieved and furious aura from the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar echoed through Ye Lin's mind. If its origin power had not run dry, it could have suppressed and refined the Sacred Blood Scythe in that instant.
"Brother Ye Lin, be careful. The Sacred Blood Scythe in that man's hand is the Blood Demon Sect's