He still needed to secure his authority.
At the sight of Xilia, the four prodigies of the Asura Clan seemed to find their backbone, and their expressions grew even more arrogant.
"Oh? I can't withstand it? By all means, give it a try. And by the way, your three breaths are up."
As Ye Lin spoke, spiritual energy surged around him. A flash of blood-red light appeared, and a prodigy of the Celestial God Clan was slain. His head rolled across the ground, his eyes wide open.
Even at the moment of his death, he had no idea how he had died. He had not had the chance to react.
Before he could respond, his soul had been shattered completely.
Strangely, not a single drop of blood remained in the Celestial God Clan prodigy's body. His entire corpse had already withered.
A glimmer of red passed over the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword.
"My strength has increased."
Ye Lin looked at his palm and murmured to himself as he sensed a new power in his body. It had appeared after the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword absorbed the Celestial God Clan prodigy's blood.
And this power was exceptionally pure, stronger even than spiritual energy.
Though he could not absorb it, he could use it.
A terrifying thought took root in Ye Lin's mind. If I keep killing, won't I no longer need to worry about running out of spiritual energy?
In battles between high-level cultivators, what mattered was their reserves of spiritual energy. Stamina was not even a test. A Spirit Transformation cultivator could run without stopping and keep going for an extraordinarily long time.
And now, if absorbing someone's blood could strengthen this power, that meant he could keep killing—and grow stronger with every kill.
As expected of a high-grade Heaven Grade demon