Ahead of Ye Lin, a powerful demon stood there slowly.
His entire body was covered in terrifying muscles, solid and bulging. Simply standing there, he was as heavy and imposing as a wall.
Behind him, two flying wheels slowly spun through the air.
"You sure talk a lot of nonsense."
Looking at the fellow, Ye Lin attacked without hesitation.
There was still an old fellow watching from behind him, so naturally, he had to go all out.
"You've got quite the temper, little fellow."
"It's only a matter of time before the Heavenly Sword Sect falls. You are not a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so there is no need to risk your life over this."
"Seeing as your cultivation has not come easily, leave now, and I'll spare your life."
The demon continued speaking.
He was trying to force Ye Lin back with just a few words.
But Ye Lin was not about to indulge him and attacked directly.
"I don't need your advice. Rather than advising me, you should worry about yourself—about how you'll survive in my hands."
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Break."
An incomparably sharp bolt of thunder Sword Qi flashed past, and the distant demon dodged with a flicker of his body.
Then, the two flying wheels behind him transformed into two streams of light and shot toward Ye Lin from the left and right.
"Thunder Shield."
Ye Lin slapped the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand.
In an instant, countless bolts of lightning burst forth. They intertwined around him, forming a lightning barrier that firmly protected him within.
Boom, boom, boom.
The two flying wheels crashed against the shield again and again, producing thunderous explosions.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Heavenly Punishment."
Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking