This iron net was far too strange. Once trapped by it, one's strength would be continuously siphoned away. Even if he tried to resist and break free, it would be useless.
So, he absolutely could not let himself be trapped by this iron net.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunderfall."
Ye Lin gave a soft snort. Within a hundred-mile radius, everything turned into a Thunder Sea, filled with terrifyingly immense thunderous power.
The power of thunder transformed into streaks of lightning Sword Qi that leaped and danced within.
Yet the four of them seemed utterly unafraid, too lazy even to put up any defenses.
"Break."
Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor horizontally before him, then slashed fiercely.
A dazzling sword light struck the iron net before him, making the four men pause.
Seizing that opening, Ye Lin flipped through the air and swiftly widened the distance between himself and the four.
It was not only Ye Lin—even the other three had suffered under the iron net's restrictions.
Li Xiaoyao brought his hammer down, but a full eighty percent of his strength was deflected by the iron net. It left him with the powerless feeling of striking a lump of cotton with his hammer.
Who could understand that feeling?
It was not just Li Xiaoyao. Even Dugu Feng and Poison Venerable were plagued by headaches.
These fellows were not particularly strong, but the iron net was too bizarre. Their speed was also extremely fast, and their coordination flawless. There was simply no way to find an opening to break the deadlock.
Things had gone smoothly in the Demon Domain, but once they came out, they were taught a proper lesson.
They could run into troublesome situations that left them completely helpless at any moment.
The world's