Chapter 410: I've Never Fought Such a Poor Battle in My Life

"Are you a fool?"

Looking at Duan Ling's miserable state, Ye Lin's tears fell incessantly.

"Do you think I would be sad because of your death? Let me tell you, I won't!"

"If you die, I will burn you into ashes, place them in my bedroom, and let you watch me every single day as I make love to other women in all sorts of different positions."

Duan Ling was stunned for a moment, and then, as if experiencing a final burst of energy before her life reached its end, she suddenly became agitated.

"Ye Lin, go to hell!"

"Don't make things difficult for my mother; if you have any issues, come at me."

A flash of determination crossed Ye Lin's eyes; as if having made a decision, he pressed his hand against his own chest.

As his hand began to pull away, a scale, entirely black and exuding a mysterious, ancient aura, appeared in his hand.

One of the seven ancient artifacts of origin, the Eternal Scale!

Ever since it was extracted by Zhuge Qianxing last time, this was only the second time the scale had left Ye Lin's body.

Without his immortal body, Ye Lin clearly felt an extra sense of insecurity, like going to fight in World War II with his bare hands.

But he did not hesitate in the slightest, merging the Eternal Scale into Duan Ling's body.

He remembered that after Zhuge Qianxing merged with the Eternal Scale, he had immediately recovered to his peak state.

So, logically speaking, Duan Ling should certainly be able to as well.

Moreover, Duan Ling's situation was different from Zhuge Qianxing's.

Zhuge Qianxing had suffered divine retribution; heaven had unleashed a killing intent, and it was a fight to the death.

Therefore, as long as the Eternal Scale left his body, Zhuge Qianxing would still face nothing but death.

But Duan Ling's condition was due to the toxins in her body being too violent for her to digest, much like a person eating fifty pounds of beef and one hundred pounds of rice in one sitting.

As long as she used the immortal body to completely digest the toxins within, even without the Eternal Scale, Duan Ling could still live perfectly well; Poison Warlocks were, by nature, full of poison.

The moment the Eternal Scale merged with her, the pustules on Duan Ling's body began to dissipate rapidly, and those gray-white eyes regained their vitality.

"Ye Lin! What are you doing! I don't want you to save me! You are the most annoying!"

Duan Ling wanted to struggle, but her body was working hard to digest the Poison Venerable's toxins, and she could not move at all.

Her body was constantly cycling between festering and regenerating.

Each time she regenerated, the aura on Duan Ling's body would grow a fraction stronger.

"That's not up to you."

Ye Lin felt a thousand emotions in his heart.

Once upon a time, inside the Gate of Apocalypse, after the Eternal Scale was extracted by Zhuge Qianxing, he had constantly worried about whether his Eternal Scale would one day be forcibly extracted by a powerhouse again.

Yet he never expected that one day, he would extract the Eternal Scale himself; he really was crazy.

Ye Lin's gaze slowly looked forward.

There, three figures stood.

Edogawa Kazuki and the horse-faced man had successfully suppressed the Poison Venerable's toxins, and the three Bright Moon Realm experts stared at Ye Lin like hungry wolves, their eyes full of greed.

"Hayato, are you sure you didn't see wrong? Is it really the Eternal Scale, one of the seven ancient artifacts of origin?" Edogawa Kazuki asked the long-haired man holding a bow beside him.

"My eyes cannot be wrong!" Hayato nodded and said.

"No wonder! No wonder this brat was throwing forbidden spells just now as if there was no backlash at all, one after another!" The horse-faced man narrowed his eyes.

"That was reckless..."

Ye Lin gave a bitter smile; concern leads to chaos. Just now, he was only thinking about saving Duan Ling and even forgot to finish off these three guys first.

"Kill him! Seize the ancient artifact!"

Edogawa Kazuki acted directly, condensing a brilliant light sword capable of splitting mountains and seas, and slashed it straight at Ye Lin.

The horse-faced man and Hayato also attacked simultaneously; a black sun and lightning-fast arrows sped toward him.

Ye Lin had taken out the Eternal Scale to save someone, so now was the best opportunity for them to kill him and loot the treasure!

Otherwise, once Ye Lin regained control of the Eternal Scale, it would be hard to say who would kill whom.

"Forbidden Spell: Wall of Sighs!"

Ye Lin raised his hand, and a black wall rose from the ground.

The full-force strike of the three Bright Moon Realm experts could not shake the wall in the slightest, not even leaving a single mark.

Yet Ye Lin fell directly to one knee, clutching his chest and gasping for air.

Without the Eternal Scale, he clearly felt how terrifying the toll on his body was for the Wall of Sighs, a forbidden spell with invincible defense.

Just this one forbidden spell, Ye Lin felt, had drained at least one-third of his body's life force.

"Go around that wall; he can't hold on for long!"

Edogawa Kazuki and the others were veterans with rich combat experience; seeing they couldn't break the Wall of Sighs, they naturally wouldn't continue to bash their heads against a wall.

The three of them went around from the left and right; Edogawa Kazuki released a blinding light, stinging Ye Lin's eyes so he couldn't keep them open.

When he regained his vision, Hayato, holding his longbow, had already flown above the Wall of Sighs, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow; the sharp projectile shot straight at Ye Lin!

The sharp arrow pierced straight through Ye Lin's heart, and the feeling of death enveloped him.

"Forbidden Spell: Undying and Indestructible!"

Ye Lin used this forbidden spell, which he hadn't used for a long time, once again. As his lifespan ebbed away, the wound at his heart began to heal slowly.

Even though he had reached level 83, it was still extremely difficult for him to fight three Bright Moon Realm experts without the Eternal Scale.

No one who could cultivate to the Bright Moon Realm was a pushover.

Ye Lin kept stalling for time; he, who used to cast forbidden spells just to light a cigarette, now had to think twice before casting every single one. Ye Lin had never fought such a poor battle in his life.

And as his battle with Edogawa Kazuki and the other two entered a white-hot stage, Ye Lin's hair turned completely white.

The aging of his bodily functions slowed his movements, and in the blink of an eye, another arrow pierced his body; he relied on the Undying and Indestructible forbidden spell to recover once more.

"Ye Lin! Hurry up and take that damn scale back! I don't want this thing! I don't need you to save me!"

Duan Ling watched with anxiety in her heart.

Had she known it would turn out like this, she would never have agreed to the Poison Venerable's request.

"Stop talking nonsense; I haven't given you permission to die, so you are not allowed to die."

Ye Lin stood up firmly, blocking the three Bright Moon Realm experts all by himself in front of Duan Ling.

"Why? I don't want to listen to you!" Duan Ling clearly still held resentment in her heart.

"Because I am your husband."

Ye Lin spoke indifferently, his affectionate gaze fixed on Edogawa Kazuki and the others, and then his vision plunged into darkness.

"Forbidden Spell: Eye of Eternal Freeze!"

At the cost of going blind, Ye Lin froze the three of them.

He was nearing the end of his rope; his body was broken, more than half of his internal organs were missing, and he had little lifespan left.

With his head full of white hair and his skin covered in wrinkles, Ye Lin never thought he would have a day where he would risk his life to this extent.

However, fortunately, he had finally held on until the moment Duan Ling finished digesting all the toxins.

Duan Ling was about to stand up, but was stopped by Ye Lin.

"Wait a moment! The sense of ritual cannot be missing!"

The white-haired, decrepit Ye Lin held his waist as he walked in front of Duan Ling; covered in wrinkles, his face was full of piety, and he roared out as if performing some kind of evil god summoning ritual.

"Resurrect! My—beloved!"