Drained?

By some inexplicable impulse, Ye Bai extended his hand and gently placed it on the sword sheath.

Nothing unusual happened. However, Ye Bai’s expression grew solemn, as he distinctly felt a dense aura of killing gradually emanating from the sheath.

This sensation was akin to the awakening of a terrifying entity within.

Compared to this murderous aura, his Crimson Blood Sword seemed like a mere child, lacking true prowess.

A glint flashed in his eyes as Ye Bai, instead of retreating, felt a tremor throughout his body.

The rich blood mist swiftly flowed to his fingertips, only to be mysteriously absorbed by the black sheath.

Within the sheath, the killing intent grew stronger and stronger. Eventually, it erupted with a forceful suction, greedily devouring the blood essence within Ye Bai’s body!

Moreover, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. Wide-eyed, Ye Bai realized that this was no ordinary sword; it was akin to a hungry infant!