"I will kill you, I will kill you!" The Netherworld King seemed to have lost his mind, with only hatred in his eyes.
With each step he took, his towering figure shrank slightly, and his aura weakened a little, clearly burning his life to break free from the prohibition.
Yet even so, that imposing might was still so overpowering and tyrannical. The entire world seemed to tremble under his majesty, turning dark and gloomy.
Under such pressure, even the strongest Sword Saints of various nations felt difficulty in breathing, and even their heartbeats became unusually heavy.
Han Yan instinctively raised her longsword, but surprisingly, the Cold Sky Sword let out a mournful cry and became extremely heavy. Her heart sank slightly; even though she could easily break through the Netherworld King's Netherworld Blood Veil with the absolute power granted by the Netherworld God Blood Shield, she knew she was no match for the Netherworld King.
