Ye Lin fused his essence, qi, and spirit into one, and an incomparably sharp strand of Sword Qi slowly emerged.
This strand of Sword Qi was dazzling beyond measure. Even the surrounding space trembled, as though it could not withstand the aura radiating from that Sword Intent.
"Go."
Ye Lin's gaze sharpened.
With a flick of Ye Lin's hand, the Sword Qi abruptly tunneled into the Sword Field.
Ye Lin's Sword Qi, condensed to the absolute limit and carrying an unstoppable, annihilating momentum, was like a red-hot iron nail viciously driven into boiling molten iron.
Boom!!!
At that moment, the entire Sword Field instantly erupted into turmoil.
As though it had been provoked by something.
The countless chaotic remnants of intent no longer fought separately. Instead, like an enraged swarm of bees, they surged madly toward Ye Lin's lone Sword Qi from all directions.
Piercing sword cries merged into a tsunami. The iron ground shook violently, while countless strands of Sword Qi, some illusory and some solid, crisscrossed through the air, vowing to shred this outrageously audacious intruder to pieces.
Ye Lin's face paled slightly.
The aggressiveness of these countless remnants of intent was still extremely formidable. After just one exchange, even his Primordial Spirit was trembling.
Yet his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, his divine sense firmly locked onto his own Sword Qi.
He did not attempt to make the Sword Qi evade or defend itself. Instead, with a thought, its radiance surged another threefold. Carrying an almost obsessive intent to lock on, it ignored the vast majority of the attacks around it and charged directly toward the most violent, most flamboyant crimson remnant of intent at the edge of the Sword Field.
In a group fight, you had to seize the loudest one and beat him down.