"Damn it."
Seeing this, Ye Lin cursed under his breath, then his entire body retreated at breakneck speed. He could not take this spearhead-on. If he did, even if he did not die, he would be crippled.
In his current state, once he suffered even the slightest injury, he would truly be finished here.
With a thunderous boom, Tian Yuan, covered in wounds, lay at Ye Lin's feet, his aura incomparably weak. His face was full of bitter helplessness.
"This fellow is too strong. I am no match for him."
After saying that, Tian Yuan slowly rose to his feet, placing his left hand on Ye Lin's shoulder. He could not even stand steadily. At this point, he had truly lost all combat capability.
This battle had been incomparably brutal. His dantian had been shattered, the sinews and bones throughout his body broken, and even his internal organs crushed.
If not for the formidable vitality of the Dao Integration realm, his soul would already have returned beyond the heavens.
"Die!"
Song Xiu was utterly enraged as he charged toward Ye Lin with his spear. Ye Lin had thoroughly provoked him. How could a mere ant have delayed him for so long?
Facing Song Xiu, Ye Lin's expression remained calm and unruffled. He slowly raised the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword in his hand, tightly closed his eyes, and an unfathomably mysterious aura emanated from his body.
"Reminiscence."
Ye Lin spoke softly and lightly swept the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword downward. There was no dazzling radiance, yet ripples suddenly spread through the space before him.
The next moment, Song Xiu abruptly froze in place, his eyes vacant. The spear in his hand was only an inch away from Ye Lin's brow.
Yet that single inch remained suspended silently before Ye Lin's forehead.
Song Xiu