Boom, boom, boom.
Explosions rang out continuously around Ye Lin. In an instant, the blood-red barrier he had used to protect himself was blasted to pieces.
"Heh, overestimating yourself. Die."
Wang Mingyang let out a roar, his entire body seeming like a true great sun suppressing heaven and earth, setting even the void ablaze.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Sea."
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Immediately, peals of thunder rang out from the firmament above Ye Lin's head, and bolts of purple lightning rained down upon Wang Mingyang's body as though they cost nothing.
Every streak of purple lightning left a horrifying wound on Wang Mingyang's body.
"The power of lightning—I hate the power of lightning!"
Wang Mingyang roared without cease. What he hated most in his life was the power of lightning.
"Get lost!"
With a sweep of Wang Mingyang's wings, endless golden light shot into the sky, instantly scattering the Thunder Sea.
Yet in that brief opening, Ye Lin had already arrived behind him.
Looking at Wang Mingyang before him, Ye Lin did not hesitate. He drove his sword straight into the back of Wang Mingyang's neck, and the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor slid into his neck without the slightest resistance.
"Roar! You're courting death!"
The intense pain sent Wang Mingyang into an instant frenzy. An incomparably terrifying aura erupted from him, while drop after drop of golden blood spilled from the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
The moment it appeared, however, the golden blood was completely absorbed by the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, leaving behind not even a trace.
Wang Mingyang twisted his body again and again, trying to fling Ye Lin off his back, but Ye Lin clung to him like a stubborn plaster, refusing to come down no matter what.