Clang! Clang! Clang!
After a few more hits from the heavenly spear, the aura of the ancient blood-red sword dropped sharply. No matter how high its grade was, can it compare to a divine weapon?
Seeing this, Ye Chen stopped hitting the sword and retracted his spear.
Now all was left to eliminate the weakened strand of Lin Tian's soul and refine the sword.
This was not difficult for him; let alone him, even the dragoness and the void pearl could do it.
He didn't hesitate and dropped his essence blood on the sword.
Sizzle!
The sword trembled and hissed with pain as Ye Chen's blood essence contained vast spiritual qi and soul power eroding Lin Tian's strand of soul and also forcefully refining the sword.
The process wasn't long; within a minute Ye Chen finished refining the sword as well as eliminating the strand of soul.
Swoosh!
With a thought, he waved the sword, cutting through air like a tofu.
"Good," he nodded with a pleased look.
