"So it was you behind all of this. What kind of technique could possibly control so many heavenly geniuses?"
Ye Ming, standing opposite Ye Lin, was even more aghast. Others might not know, but he knew that Ye Lin had orchestrated all of this.
What kind of technique could affect over a thousand heavenly geniuses within such a vast radius?
Though the influence was not that great, it was still enough to leave him utterly shaken.
"Heavenly Heart Sword Art—strike at the heart."
Ye Lin gave a cold snort, and endless Sword Qi erupted from his body. Whether they were stowaways or hired thugs currently fighting, blood trickled from the corners of all their mouths.
In that instant, their hearts had turned to bloody slurry.
A strand of Sword Qi had entered their bodies at an incomparably tricky and bizarre angle, destroying their hearts. As a result, even mobilizing the immortal power within their bodies became immensely difficult.
This change greatly bolstered the confidence of the present-world heavenly geniuses Ye Lin had brought. They forcibly seized back the rhythm of the battle.
By now, Ye Lin's face had long since turned utterly pale, and not a trace of immortal fortune power remained within him.
Before arriving, he had thought the numerical difference would be no more than twofold. Only after coming here did he learn that the disparity was a full threefold.
His move had also been intended to lessen the pressure on the present-world heavenly geniuses he had brought.
And now, after using the Heavenly Heart Art together with the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique, his immortal fortune power had been completely exhausted.
The reason he had not used the three great secret arts all along was to temper these fellows a little, to make them stronger.
The stronger these