Although the yellow sand has dissipated.

Many people’s hearts, however, have grown heavier.

They possess Spiritual Power, are in their complete form, yet still, so many have died.

The most terrifying part is that they don’t even know who their opponent is.

"I regret it, I want to go back."

Finally, someone couldn’t endure it and turned to walk back in the direction they came from.

"I’m going too—treasures are good, but not as important as life."

Gradually, a dozen people started to turn back.

The remaining people were also hesitating.

But suddenly!

Bolts of lightning struck down from the sky!

The Martial Artists retreating about a hundred meters were continuously struck by lightning!

All of them died under the lightning strikes!

Not a single one survived!

The Martial Artists looked up in shock at the sky.

Only to find it filled with dark clouds, the once bright sky turning gray and hazy.

"I don’t believe in this curse!"

Someone drew the sword in their hand and strode back.

He thought it was just a coincidence.

Even though those trying to return died, he still believed it was coincidental.

He couldn’t believe the sky could be so cursed!

Having walked over a hundred meters, this Martial Artist was still safe, turning around with a dismissive expression: "See, it was all a coincidence. I’m not planning to die; goodbye..."

Just as he finished speaking!

A fiery-red Heavenly Thunder struck down!

The Martial Artist disintegrated into nothing... disappeared...

Now, every face bore an expression of disbelief.

Afterwards, there was endless sorrow and resolution.

They had no way back.

The only path was to follow Trent Marsh out.

Before coming here, there were rumors that Trent Marsh crossed the Highchang Labyrinth and left with Silvio Reed’s guards.

Everyone was aware of the terror of the Highchang Labyrinth.

Since Trent Marsh could get out of the Highchang Labyrinth, why couldn’t he escape from this Sweatblood Ridge?

Due to experiencing some horrific events, the Martial Artists were dispirited, with hardly anyone speaking.

Julius Reed and the True Monarch of Nine Mysteries walked at the end, not falling behind but always at the back of the group.

Since he was blind, nobody paid much attention.

They walked on.

Suddenly, the Martial Artist at the front fell into a swamp.

Though such people shouldn’t fear a swamp, strangely, the person who fell in sank quickly.

"How could this happen!"

The Martial Artists didn’t even have a chance to help!

By the time they reacted, their companion had disappeared.

"How could there be a swamp on this grassland?" those remaining stopped, afraid to go forward.

But in the distance, Trent Marsh and his team walked conspicuously on the grassland, seemingly unaffected.

"Maybe it’s just this spot that’s dangerous, since Trent Marsh got through, we should have no problem."

A young man drew the weapon from his waist and cautiously walked forward.

He continuously stabbed the ground with his sword, which easily penetrated.

He gradually moved sideways and finally found solid ground.

He leaped up!

Top-tier Martial Artists could soar into the air, flying for dozens of meters, needing only a toe touch on the ground to soar again.

But before this young man flew out five meters, he seemed to be jerked by a mysterious force, quickly plunging into the grass.

In less than a second, he was submerged.

A deathly silence enveloped the surroundings.

This Sweatblood Ridge was inexplicably eerie.

Many regretted coming here, but since they were here and had no way back, the only option was to press on.

"What do we do?" fear filled everyone’s eyes.

Nobody could make a decision.

"Since Trent Marsh got through, there must be a path. To minimize losses, we must quickly catch up to him."

Some Martial Artists glanced at Julius Reed and the True Monarch of Nine Mysteries at the end.

"These two are indeed formidable, but being blind, he might hold us back."

They had witnessed Julius Reed’s domineering nature in killing relatives of the Lu family, and also knew the masked man was Julius Reed.

Yet, some in the group didn’t recognize him.

They didn’t warn them, allowing those unfamiliar with Julius Reed and the True Monarch of Nine Mysteries to approach the two.

"We’ve taken care of you along the way; now it’s time for you to repay us."

A Martial Artist who hadn’t stayed at the Phoenix Hotel came before Julius Reed and the True Monarch: "Walk on your own, or should we help you?"

"On my own." Julius Reed stopped the True Monarch, who almost intervened.

"Then hurry up!"

The Martial Artist followed behind them, constantly urging.

Those in the know were very surprised.

They had thought this guy would make a move.

However, was he truly Julius Reed? No one had witnessed the masked man in action, could he be an impersonator?

"Why didn’t you take him down?" the True Monarch whispered in Julius Reed’s ear.

"We can make it across." Julius Reed walked step by step, treading lightly on the grassland.

Miraculously or coincidentally, the True Monarch and Julius Reed easily crossed this grassland.

But the scene beneath would drop jaws!

A skeletal crocodile was swimming beneath the grasslands, yet when Julius Reed walked above, the crocodile seemed cowed into submission!

It dared not move an inch!

Even though it was just bones, it still trembled with fear.

When Julius Reed and the True Monarch passed, the crocodile skeleton resumed its former path.

"Below, there’s a crocodile with evil spirits." Julius Reed strolled, explaining to the True Monarch: "I used my power to suppress it earlier; for those following, it’ll be grim."

"A crocodile? Bones?" the True Monarch narrowed his eyes, shocked.

He looked back at the grassland, which showed no abnormalities.

Why was everything so inexplicably bizarre?

"Yes, that’s right." Julius Reed recalled the scenes he’d seen in the Dusty Platform’s Ten Thousand Gods Cave.

In there, there were such malevolent beings.

However, they were all trapped inside.

Julius Reed took out the Opening Heaven Booklet from his pocket, opening its iron cover to find indeed designs of crocodiles and skeleton soldiers appearing.

The skeleton soldiers’ design.

And this design showed no sign of disappearing.

He closed the booklet, placing it back in his pocket, and continued walking.

"It’s safe, let’s hurry over." an excited Martial Artist ran over.

Yet he hadn’t taken two steps before sinking!

"Help..."

Before he could shout fully, the Martial Artist disappeared into the grassland.

Someone couldn’t hold back and quickly flew over.

Oddly, that person ended up fine.

But those who followed sank again.

Someone had a clever idea and replicated the method, safely reaching the other side as well.

It seemed a sacrifice was necessary.

"Sorry!"

A young Martial Artist was grabbed from behind and thrown onto the grassland.

Before the young Martial Artist could struggle, a force pulled him down.

Others, seeing the opportunity, collectively flew across.

Finally, they left the terrifying swamp behind.

"Why are you unharmed?"

At that moment, a blade rested on Julius Reed’s neck.