This was naturally the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's doing. After Ye Lin killed someone, he would not spare the attention to specifically have the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar devour them; at such times, it would act on its own.
So long as Ye Lin slew someone, the corpse would be absorbed by it.
Although the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor also required the essence of flesh and blood to recover, it had remained aloof from beginning to end, and ordinarily would not trouble Ye Lin at all.
It would not even make a sound. If Ye Lin offered it something, it would take it; if Ye Lin did not, it would not bother him.
It did whatever it pleased.
"I... I have one, I have more. I only heard about this matter as well. If I tell you, can you not kill me?"
Su Yun frowned, his mind racing at high speed. At last, as though he had thought of something, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly spoke.
"Oh? Tell me first. Let me hear whether this news is worth your life."
Ye Lin's expression did not change in the slightest as he spoke softly.
At Ye Lin's words, Su Yun's face turned ugly. Yet he had no right to negotiate with Ye Lin now.
He could not win if he fought, and he could not escape if he ran.
Ye Lin had driven him completely into a dead end. Had he known this would happen, he would never have chosen to come here and play the hero.
Now, all three of his close friends were dead, leaving only him behind.
He had painstakingly cultivated for tens of thousands of years to attain his current cultivation. Of course he feared death. To fall so absurdly after tens of thousands of