Yet with so many years of brotherhood binding them together, Lu Chen could never simply stand by and watch his brother die.
After glancing at Ye Lin's confident face, Lu Chen finally gritted his teeth, raised his saber, and stepped forward.
"Good."
Feeling the formidable auras emanating from the three before him, Ye Lin's eyes lit up even brighter.
"Then let's get serious."
Ye Lin gripped the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. Threads of Blood Baleful aura spread from its blade, and in an instant, the Blood Baleful aura coiled around his entire arm.
For a moment, the aura radiating from Ye Lin made Lu Chen's eyelids twitch violently.
Boom, boom, boom.
Streams of light collided high above in the firmament, sending wave after wave of aftershocks rippling out. These aftershocks alone filled people with deep dread, each wave fiercer than the last.
Below, Su Yun, who had remained silent all this time, completely abandoned any thought of fleeing.
If he wanted to run now, no one could stop him. After all, Ye Lin had not tampered with him in any way.
Yet at this moment, Ye Lin's strength seemed to have carved itself deep into his heart. He no longer even had the thought of running.
"Blood Illuminates All Things."
Lu Chen's eyes nearly split open in fury as the longsword in his hand swung without pause. Behind him, a Dharma image ten thousand zhang tall rose into the air.
The Dharma image wore a majestic expression, its eyes wide with wrath. Anyone who met its gaze would involuntarily feel fear rising from the depths of their heart.
Scarlet light blanketed heaven and earth. Wherever the blood-red radiance shone, all living things began to wither.
"Hm? Something interesting."
With a slash, Ye Lin forced back the young man