A thunderous boom spread outward in all directions.
At that moment, Helian Guhong's aura had astonishingly reached the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
In other words, his cultivation was now at the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
"How is that possible?"
Ye Lin's brows twitched slightly at the sight.
This divine ability could temporarily raise one's cultivation?
It was his first time seeing a divine ability that could raise one's cultivation.
There were many ways to increase one's cultivation, but this was the first time he had seen a divine ability that did so.
Helian Guhong stopped forming hand seals and slowly lowered his hands.
His eyes turned golden, a complex rune slowly revolving within his pupils.
"Second bloodline divine ability, Holy Blood Burns the Heavens."
His voice was no longer gentle, but carried a metallic texture as it echoed through the Boundary Sea.
"Using the bloodline of the Holy Clan as fuel, burning its power in exchange for combat strength far beyond one's usual limits."
He looked at Ye Lin, a cold smile curling across his lips.
"The opponent before you is no longer a first-level Quasi-Saint, but a third-level Quasi-Saint."
Ye Lin looked at Helian Guhong, whose aura had surged explosively, his expression still calm.
"Burning your bloodline will inevitably come at a price."
"Besides, how long can you keep it up?"
With a single sentence, Ye Lin struck at the most crucial point.
At those words, Helian Guhong's smile stiffened slightly.
"Long enough to kill you."
He raised a hand and struck out with his palm.
There were no flashy techniques, no complex laws—only pure power, the power of a third-level Quasi-Saint.
The palm wind howled, bearing world-destroying force as it crushed down upon Ye Lin.
Ye Lin swung his sword. Sword light collided with