Chapter 1479: Chapter 1479: No Matter Life or Death, I Will Stay by Your Side

"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.

At this moment, Lu Nianxin fiercely bit her tongue, spraying a mist of blood, and performed the Blood Sacrifice Technique. The blood mist burned like flames, and her cultivation rapidly increased.

"Fengwu Tyrant!" Lu Nianxin finally broke free from the Netherworld King’s pressure, shouting loudly as she slashed with her long blade.

The sound of wind and thunder arose, and the long blade cleaved through the air like a white rainbow, striking towards the top of the Netherworld King’s head with a force to split the heavens.

"Heavenly Heart, Cloud Raise!" Mu Beichen and the Supreme Elder also attacked simultaneously.

Though they often disagreed, their coordination in battle was seamless. Two Sword Lights intertwined like twin dragons seeking a pearl, complementing each other, and their power was doubled.

Faced with their combined attack, the Netherworld King casually blocked it.

"Clang!" The Sword Energy and Sword Light struck the Netherworld King’s arm, producing a sound like clashing metal.

Lu Nianxin, Mu Beichen, and the Supreme Elder all let out a muffled groan, being knocked back and spewing blood in midair.

However, taking the strike from the three also heavily injured the Netherworld King, causing his body to shake violently. His arm, as hard as fine steel, was slashed with three bone-deep gashes, oozing purple blood, and his aura weakened further.

Indeed, he had suffered a severe loss of Primordial Energy to break through the prohibition; otherwise, with the power of Lu Nianxin and the others, they wouldn’t have been able to harm him.

Seeing this, the other Sword Saints were invigorated, attacking the Netherworld King one after another.

In the sky, a boundless sword net of imposing Sword Lights interwove. Yet the Netherworld King turned a blind eye, relentlessly heading towards Han Yan.

Sword Light after Sword Light fell upon his body, splattering sprays of purple blood. Under the strong Rebound Force, one Sword Saint after another was knocked back, vomiting blood.

Ye Yanran chanted again, performing the Heavenly Rain Divine Healing Technique. However, her strength was far inferior to the Sword Saints, and even putting in her utmost effort, she could only temporarily stop their injuries but couldn’t help them quickly recover their Combat Power.

As one Sword Saint after another retreated in defeat, the Netherworld King, with his body bearing bone-deep sword wounds and dripping blood, drew closer to Han Yan.

"Die!" The Netherworld King roared, punching towards Han Yan.

The immense power that emerged condensed into a purple spear, dripping with bizarre-colored purple blood.

This spear was actually condensed from his Essence Blood.

"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Han Yan, with nowhere to retreat, poured all her strength into a sword slash.

"Thousand Break, Demon Slaying!" Ye Lanfeng guarded by her side, finally unleashing a long-prepared strike.

"Thunder Sound, Sky Swinging!"

"Demon Sword, Heart Kill!"

"Clone, Illusion Destruction!"

"Fury, Devil Slash!"

Huayue and others also attacked simultaneously, knowing full well that even by forcibly elevating their strength to the Great Sword Master Realm, they still couldn’t be a match for the Netherworld King. Doing so was clearly a suicidal act, clearly seeking death, but they didn’t hesitate at all, their expressions so resolute and unyielding.

Sadly, the difference in strength was too great. Before their Sword Lights could strike the Netherworld King, they were repelled by the invisible Qi, retreating repeatedly. Huayue and others half-knelt on the ground, spitting large mouthfuls of blood, lacking even the strength to stand.

This was thanks to Ye Yanran’s preemptive use of the Heavenly Rain Divine Healing Technique, and her Innate Ability had a miraculous effect on the Guardian of the Gods from the Bloodline Awakening. Otherwise, this single strike would have pulverized them into dust.

It turned out the Netherworld King’s power was terrifying to such an extent. Seeing the spear, still straight and unstoppably piercing towards Han Yan, Huayue and the others felt a chill throughout their bodies, as if even their hearts had stopped beating.

The Sword Light unleashed by Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng struck out simultaneously, yet they couldn’t stop the purple spear.

The terrifying power enveloped the Netherworld King, Han Yan, and Ye Lanfeng, twisting both time and space.

In their sight, the spear advanced inch by inch, while the Sword Light from Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng, shattering like crystals. The sharp spear tip drew ever closer to Han Yan’s heart meridian, closer and closer...

"Han Yan..." In the distance, Lu Nianxin, Mu Beichen, the Supreme Elder, and others stumbled as they tried to rush over, but fell after only a few steps. Watching Han Yan teetering on the brink of death, tears of blood trickled down their eyes.

Huayue and others also shed tears of despair. If it were possible, they would rather die in Han Yan’s place, but the Netherworld King wouldn’t give them that chance.

No one knew why he hated Han Yan so much, but from his actions, it was evident that even in death, he intended to drag Han Yan down with him. Even if imprisoned for millions, or even tens of millions of years or longer, don’t forget, he once was the Netherworld Prison Master, who even the Gods couldn’t deal with. He wanted to perish together, and who could stop him?

The spear of death drew nearer to Han Yan, when suddenly, Ye Lanfeng turned and embraced Han Yan, his back facing the sharp spear tip.

"Lanfeng!" Han Yan exclaimed in shock, wanting to push him away, but his arms were so firm, so strong, that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move him an inch.

"Remember what I said? Whether in life or death, I will always be by your side, forever." Ye Lanfeng smiled softly, speaking gently.

"In my past life, I missed you. In this life, I will never miss you again. Even in death, I will be with you." He also said to himself in his heart.

His smile was so tranquil and steadfast, and even carried a hint of fulfilled happiness.

Han Yan looked into Ye Lanfeng’s eyes and suddenly smiled with relief. Nestled in Ye Lanfeng’s embrace, feeling the warmth of his body, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, Han Yan’s heart was at peace.