The cultivators of Caxton Continent fought desperately amidst the toxic mist. One by one, their protective artifacts exploded, and screams echoed throughout the battlefield.

Emre’s foil sword was snapped in half by a bone sword, and a deep gash opened across his chest, exposing bone.

Aisha’s spear had been almost completely corroded. She stumbled and fell to the ground, barely dodging the massive foot of a skeleton giant that nearly crushed her.

Nilou’s Grand Lotus Array had shattered. Coughing up blood, was swept away by the black mist, but not before hurled a charm toward Jared with the last of strength.

As soon as Jared caught the charm, a torrent of information surged into his mind.

It was an ancient sword technique passed down through Nilou‘s sect.

To use it, one had to burn their blood essence, compressing all their spiritual energy into a three-inch blade of pure light, capable of cutting through any demonic force in existence.