A mass of dark red fog surged into the sky, enveloping the Sword Saints who had just escaped the array. Invisible forces shackled them tightly, dragging them toward an endless black hole.

Previously trapped in the array, these Sword Saints had already suffered severe Primordial Energy loss while resisting the vortex’s power. Later, they exhausted their full strength to break the array, leaving them powerless to struggle at this moment.

"Not good!" Lu Nianxin and the others were shocked and flew up, wielding blades and sword lights to frenziedly slash at the dark red fog.

The Sword Saints, with sword light and sword energy condensed from Holy Saint Gang Qi, could split mountains and shatter rocks without difficulty. Even Refined Steel could not withstand their full-force sword strikes, yet slashing at the seemingly ethereal fog proved utterly ineffective. Amid the dull roaring sounds, they themselves were instead vomited blood by a shock from the invisible red fog.

"Netherworld Blood Veil, it’s the legendary Netherworld King’s Divine Artifact—Netherworld Blood Veil!" said an elderly Sword Saint with a trembling voice.

It is said that the Netherworld Blood Fog was a Divine Artifact forged by the Netherworld King, using the blood of countless High Order Netherworld Beasts and his own blood in a sacrificial ritual. Ethereal and invisible yet indestructible, it enabled him to battle against plane masters akin to Gods for millennia, until an unparalleled warrior emerged, failing just short of victory, with the artifact playing a crucial role.

"To hell with whatever divine or ghostly artifact, save them!" Lu Nianxin’s fearless nature showed once more. Although aware of the Netherworld King’s Divine Artifact’s power, he showed no fear, shouted, and flew up to slice again.

The others didn’t think much either, following his attack. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

No matter the artifact, all things are limited by law, and they have their limits. Artifacts are no exception. With the combined strength of over two hundred Sword Saints, could they still fail to break an artifact?

But this time, they were mistaken.

Under their continuous attacks, the Netherworld Blood Veil remained completely unharmed.

"Ignorant ants, the Netherworld Blood Veil contains the blood of thousands of Netherworld Beasts, my own blood, and the blood of Gods. How could you ever break it!" came the hoarse and arrogant voice of the Netherworld King from the black hole.

With the words, the blood-colored fog-like veil surged violently and swept toward Lu Nianxin.

"Watch out!" Han Yan exclaimed.

Lu Nianxin sensed danger and quickly flew to dodge, but unfortunately, exhausted from repeated full-force attacks, unprepared, she couldn’t evade.

Several Sword Saints nearby reacted quickly, their longswords simultaneously slashing, but were swept aside, both people and swords, by the Netherworld Blood Veil. Then, the blood-red fog rolled over, engulfing Lu Nianxin.

Perhaps the Netherworld King also realized that each time the Holy Court Continent folks acted, Lu Nianxin led them. Filled with animosity toward her, he neglected the others and targeted her exclusively.

"Grandmother!" Han Yan felt a sharp pain, like a blade piercing his heart, as he spread the Cold Sky Sword and flew ahead.

The memories shared between Shangyue Country and Lu Nianxin flooded Han Yan’s mind. In this instant, he forgot life and death, abandoned all external worries, and poured all his mental state into this single strike.

"Humph, overestimating yourself!" From the black hole came the Netherworld King’s cold snort, as the blood-colored fog surged and swept toward Han Yan.

"Han Yan, stop!" Mu Beichen and others were stunned, shouting loudly.

Although Han Yan’s current power had elevated to the Sword Saint Realm, and this strike contained his entire mental state with extraordinary might, he still could not compare with them. Even they were helpless against the Netherworld Blood Veil, what means could he possibly have? It was merely rushing into a trap.