But even now, Ye Lin had not made a single sound.
He had endured too much pain.
Though this pain was a first for him—a first time being pierced through like this—Ye Lin still gritted his teeth and made no sound at all.
If he could not even withstand this much pain, what Great Dao was he pursuing?
At this moment, clusters of black-gold and dark-red flames continuously burst across Ye Lin's body. His aura was chaotic to the extreme, and the fire of his life was like a candle guttering in the wind, flickering between bright and dim.
"Has he gone mad?"
On the shore, Sword Demon watched for a long while before finally uttering those two words.
Even he felt a trace of apprehension toward that terrifying lava.
Yet this kid had ignored everything and directly drawn it into his body, intending to forcibly refine it?
How was that any different from a madman?
What if he failed?
Once he failed, there would be no turning back.
He could not understand it.
"Heh, mad? Isn't this exactly what you were like back then?"
Blade Fanatic shot Sword Demon a glance and gave a disdainful snort.
The Ye Lin before them was exactly like Sword Demon had been back then.
For the sake of the sword, for the strongest sword in the world, he had not hesitated to draw the countless Sword Qi within the River of Sword Dao into his own body. That time, Sword Demon had nearly died.
Just a little more, and Sword Demon would have fallen.
Fortunately, in the end, the fellow had survived.
That scene back then and the scene now were practically identical, without the slightest difference.
Hearing Blade Fanatic's teasing, Sword Demon fell silent.
Indeed, a little madness was good. Madness was