Lin Yun and the others chatted briefly before they sat down and circulated their cultivation techniques. It had been two days since the outbreak of the beast tide. During this time, no one had rested well as they faced an endless slaughter.

Even Lin Yun was exhausted. It wasn’t physical exhaustion, but mental exhaustion. After all, no one could endure killing for so long.

The forest was quiet as Lin Yun sat on the ground with an Iris Flower blooming beneath him. Basking in the ancient aura, Lin Yun looked like a saint.

Long Hao secretly peeked at Lin Yun as he could see the runes on the petals glowing like fireflies. He was surprised because the glow around Lin Yun was a lot stronger than when he cultivated on top of the corpse pile, “He became stronger…”

Can someone really cultivate their sword intent through slaughter? How exactly did Lin Yun manage to do this? Long Hao was shocked inwardly as slaughter was normally used to temper one’s strength. How exactly could someone possibly temper their...