However, the effects were plain to see.
The myriad Sword Intents had all begun to feel fear.
They had actually developed a trace of terror toward Ye Lin's Sword Qi.
More importantly, after Ye Lin scattered several arrogant troublemakers, the chaotic structure in parts of the iron ground began to loosen.
Those residual intents that had lost their powerful leaders or opponents fell into brief confusion.
They had existed here for who knew how many ages. Though they had developed intelligence, they were not particularly clever.
All they knew was how to fight.
The opponents they had battled for countless years were gone.
That unfamiliar strand of Sword Qi was even more brutal than their bosses. They did not dare provoke it.
They were lost.
So what were they supposed to do now?
"Shatter."
As the eighth residual intent was cleaved apart by Ye Lin, his strand of Sword Qi dispersed as well.
It had completed its task.
Ye Lin let out a long breath of stale air.
At this moment, he was utterly drained, unable even to maintain his Sword Qi.
Ever since breaking through to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, this was Ye Lin's first time experiencing the feeling of being completely wrung dry.
The sensation was both familiar and strange.
But all in all, it came down to three words: it felt awful.
The iron ground before him still hummed, but its overall atmosphere of frenzy and violence had clearly diminished considerably.
Especially in the areas where Ye Lin's Sword Qi had fought and cleared out several troublemakers, the turbulent flow of Sword Intent had calmed somewhat. Though they still clashed with one another, both their intensity and frequency were far less than before.
This meant that his earlier efforts had all been worthwhile.
What surprised Ye