Sword Five, Last Stand

"Whew, this sword strike is far too overbearing; it's a classic case of winning a thousand while losing eight hundred."

In his living quarters, Ye Lin opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his gaze filled with complexity.

This sword strike was far too violent, and it was indeed a move that inflicted as much damage on himself as it did on the enemy.

To be specific, unleashing this strike required draining fifty percent of his own essence blood in exchange for immense combat power.

Draining half of his own essence blood—he couldn't even imagine the sheer power of a strike unleashed with such a cost.

Regardless, with his current strength, if he played all his trump cards and drained that fifty percent of his essence blood, he could even battle a peak Spirit Transformation expert. If it were a peak Spirit Transformation expert whose lifespan was nearing its end and whose body was decaying, he could slay them in a single strike.

But once fifty percent of his essence blood was gone, what would that even mean?

At best, he would be severely injured and wouldn't recover for at least a hundred or eighty years.

At worst, his foundation would be damaged, and he would have no hope of ever reaching the Dao Integration stage.

Essence blood was incomparably precious to any living being, for it was the most vital substance one possessed.

As the saying goes, all the blood in one's body couldn't be traded for a single drop of essence blood.

A single drop of essence blood from a Spirit Transformation realm expert had the power to bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones for mortals.

"Whew, since it is so brutal, I shall call you the Last Stand. It must not