Ye Lin raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand to block above his head.
The next moment, the two collided. Ye Lin's body was forced steadily backward, while Wang Feng's expression turned utterly frenzied. The long blade in his hand swung without pause—slash after slash.
As they fought, the aura around him grew increasingly violent.
"This is..."
While fending off Wang Feng, Ye Lin discovered with some surprise that the blood inside his body had actually begun flowing backward beyond his control.
Moreover, his blood seemed to have gone mad, battering wildly against his meridians as though it wanted to burst out.
Is this your Fate Trait, Blood Prince?
Ye Lin sent Wang Feng flying with a sword strike and thought to himself. Such violent upheaval in his blood had to be inextricably connected to Wang Feng before him.
Blood Prince, controlling the blood within one's body.
Combined with Berserk, these two Fate Traits were practically impossible to counter.
"Hahaha, hahaha! Don't tell me you can't keep going? Come on, keep at it!"
Wang Feng laughed madly as though he had lost all reason. His expression grew ever more crazed, yet his movements did not slow. Each slash was more powerful than the last, terrifying beyond measure.
Ye Lin had been passively taking blows the entire time. For the moment, he did not even have the strength to retaliate, continuously driven back by Wang Feng.
"Come on, keep going! Is this all the prodigies of the present world have?"
The more Wang Feng fought, the crazier he became. At this moment, he truly resembled a devil who had fallen into the demonic path—a genuine fiend.
More of a fiend than fiends themselves.
"Green Hills Mountain, behold Green Hills."
Taking advantage of the gap while Wang Feng