Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood.
In this world of Myriad Ages of Primordial Desolation, unless he defeated Ning Yi, these colossal beasts would keep resurrecting without end.
And with every shred of strength he expended, Ning Yi's odds of victory increased by another fraction.
This was a war of attrition.
Though Ye Lin's Sword Dao Law was powerful, his total reserves of holy power were far inferior to Ning Yi's, who had cultivated for endless ages.
If he was dragged into a battle of attrition, defeat would be inevitable.
He had to end this quickly.
And the prerequisite for ending it quickly was to catch Ning Yi here.
Ye Lin raised his head, his gaze passing through the beasts filling the sky before settling on Ning Yi above.
Silver-white swordlight flared around him once more.
But this time, it was not Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin. It was the Primeval Sword Art.
"First Form of the Primeval Sword Art—Primeval Heaven-Opening."
The Godslayer Sword came slashing down, and a blood-red beam of swordlight tens of thousands of zhang long shot from its blade toward Ning Yi in the sky.
Wherever the swordlight passed, it tore a massive rift through the sky of the primordial world.
Violent spatial turbulence surged from the rift, shredding the dark clouds and violet lightning alike.
Ning Yi did not dodge.
He raised a hand and condensed a golden barrier before himself.
The blood-red swordlight struck the golden barrier.
"Boom—"
The thunderous blast shook the heavens, and the entire primordial world trembled.
A deep crack appeared on the golden barrier, spreading outward in dense webs like a spider's web.
A trace of gravity flashed through Ning Yi's eyes.
His Primordial Origin Force barrier had actually cracked before Ye Lin's Primeval Sword Art.
"Second