"Help me!
I can't hold on any longer."
At that moment, one of the Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods screamed in despair, disregarding everything. Almost all the flesh, blood, and internal organs across his body had been scoured into powder by the raging gale, leaving only a ghastly white skeleton.
Around his head, over a dozen Soul Power artifacts glowed with intense radiance, protecting his Soul Sea.
Two talismans had also been activated, releasing a large number of magical symbols that were also protecting his Soul Sea.
But unending gusts roared in from all directions, constantly attacking those Soul Power artifacts and the two talismans, causing their light to grow dimmer and dimmer. Clearly, they wouldn't last much longer.
This Seventh-Level Sovereign God understood in his heart that if this continued, his Soul Sea and Soul Body would soon be ground to dust by the rolling tempest, resulting in his complete annihilation.
"Help!
I can't hold on either."
Just then, another Seventh-Level Sovereign God screamed in agony, and immediately after, a third Seventh-Level Sovereign God let out a desperate wail.
All three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods were in similar, dire straits.
"So terrifying!"
The eight Hunyuan Sect Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods stood behind Ye Yunfei, gazing at the pitiful state of the three Guardian Faction members within the storm. A cold dread crept into their hearts.
"Fortunately, Young Master Ye set up those formations earlier, blocking that terrifying wind for us. Otherwise, we'd have been wiped out by now," one of the Hunyuan Sect Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods couldn't help but remark.
"Ye Yunfei, kid! Come save me quickly, and I'll give you a huge reward! From now on, all our grudges with the Guardian Faction can be written off if you just come save me!" Suddenly, one of the Guardian Faction Sovereign Gods fixed his gaze on Ye Yunfei and shouted loudly.
In a state of utter despair, he clung to a sliver of hope, calling out for rescue even though he knew full well that Ye Yunfei and the Guardian Faction were mortal enemies with an irreconcilable conflict.
"That's right!
Young Master Ye, as long as you save me, I'm willing to give you all the treasures I've collected, and I can also impart all the cultivation techniques and secret arts I've mastered. I could even help mediate relations between you and our Guardian Faction, turning us from enemies into friends."
A second Guardian Faction Sovereign God also shouted.
"Young Master Ye, my master holds a high position within the Guardian Faction—he's a council elder at headquarters! Just let me speak to my master, and all past conflicts between you and our Guardian Faction can be wiped clean. Not only that, but the Guardian Faction could offer you patronage from now on."
A third Guardian Faction Sovereign God added his desperate plea.
By now, most of the bones across the bodies of these three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods had already been worn away by the ferocious gale. Only fragments of broken bones and their heads remained, barely holding on.
It wouldn't be long before they were completely obliterated, reduced to ashes. These three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods had placed their last hope upon Ye Yunfei.
"I think we should save these three, after all. They are Soul Bodies of three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods. It would be a bit of a waste if they were utterly destroyed by that wind," Huang Chang suddenly spoke up.
Of course, he didn't care about these three Sovereign Gods; he wanted to obtain their Soul Bodies for himself to devour.
"I haven't fully grasped the nature of this wind yet, or that remnant will within it. If we act to rescue them, I'm not sure if it might provoke that remnant thought and turn its attacks on us. Let me study and analyze it a bit longer," Ye Yunfei said after some thought.
Ye Yunfei had been continuously using his Heart Force energy and the Divine Pupil between his brows to observe the faint, remnant will within the storm ahead, wanting to see it clearly and even find a method to deal with it.
"What exactly is going on here?"
Just at that moment, a voice filled with surprise rang out. Over a dozen figures emitting sharp Blade Qi arrived with imposing presence, landing not far away. They gazed ahead with astonished eyes at the raging storm and the three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods, reduced now to mere heads.
"Friends from the Blade Realm! Excellent! Everyone, friends from the Blade Realm, come quickly and save us!"
By this time, the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods were at the end of their ropes, their energy nearly spent. They had just called out to Ye Yunfei, but deep down, they knew he would never help and might even kick them while they were down. Now, suddenly seeing Blade Realm Sovereign Gods arrive, they instantly saw a glimmer of hope. Like drowning men clutching at the last straw, they shouted desperately to those Blade Realm experts.
"So it's the Guardian Faction. What on earth happened to you all? How could three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods be unable to handle some wind?" The leader of the Blade Realm group, an old man, looked surprised and skeptical after recognizing the three.
"Fellow Bladesmen, please hurry and save us! This wind is too terrifying. The three of us are about to be overwhelmed!"
Down to just their heads, assaulted wildly by the rolling tempest and hanging on by a thread, the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods mustered every last bit of strength to scream for rescue.
"Take action. Save them, but be careful. There is definitely something strange about this wind," the Blade Realm leader said gravely after a brief moment of thought.
As soon as he spoke, he took out a somewhat damaged small knife and hurled it forward.
This small knife was a treasure of the Blade Realm, an ancient artifact passed down through many ages. Though it seemed incomplete, it was engraved with ancient, esoteric Blade Realm runes, making it extremely powerful.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!...*
As soon as the small knife entered the area of the gale, countless invisible wind blades began clashing against it.
With a thunderous boom, the small knife erupted with a powerful energy roar, then began to enlarge. It released vast amounts of Blade Dao Energy, forming a dense sea of blade qi that spread out in all directions to fend off the raging wind.
The next moment, the enlarged knife arrived beside the heads of the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods. Radiating torrents of blade qi, it protected the three heads.
*Rumble...*
The violent wind began to rage. Dozens of massive tornadoes spun furiously, savagely slamming into the large knife and the three heads. A rapid-fire string of clanging impacts rang out like pearls on a string.
"This wind is so terrifying!"
Feeling the dreadful assaults the small knife was enduring, the Blade Realm leader's expression changed.
"Many thanks, friends of the Blade Realm! We will definitely repay you handsomely in the future!"
Protected by the large knife, the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods felt their pressure decrease significantly. Overjoyed, they spoke in unison.
"Everyone, attack together! Get them out!" the Blade Realm leader said to the other Blade Cultivators behind him.
The next moment, all the Blade Cultivators struck simultaneously. They threw their long blades forward, which instantly shot into the area of the storm. Blazing with torrents of blade qi, they clashed against the gale winds and the towering tornadoes.
However, before long, the long blades tossed into the tempest were constantly shattered by the terrifying wind, disintegrating into a shower of fragments.
"Too terrifying!"
The Blade Cultivators all paled, stepping back one after another. Yet, they produced new long blades, and over a dozen of them threw their weapons forward together.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!...*
These long blades constantly erupted, releasing vast waves of Blade Dao Energy. Over a dozen blades interwove with each other, seemingly forming a blade formation. Then they surged forward into the tempest, protecting the heads of the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods.
Now protected by one long blade after another, the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods retrieved high-grade Divine Pills from their Soul Seas, refining and absorbing them. Their bones and flesh began to slowly regrow.
Simultaneously, these three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods desperately tried to charge outwards, away from the storm.
The Blade Cultivators channeled their power together, continuously transmitting their Blade Dao Energy across space into those long blades.
But soon, the long blades forming the blade formation were bombarded by the violent wind energy, starting to explode and shatter one after another. The Blade Cultivators, affected by the backlash, were forced to retreat repeatedly.
However, the Blade Realm cultivators were each proud and unyielding souls, not ones to admit defeat easily. They produced even more long blades, tossing them out to form several more blade formations. These surged forward once again into the raging gale, protecting the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods.
By now, the bodies of the three Guardian Faction members were mostly restored. After all, for a Seventh-Level Sovereign God, as long as the Soul Body hasn't sustained fatal damage, restoring the physical body wasn't too difficult.
With their bodies mostly restored, the three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods mustered all their strength to flee from the area of the storm.
"Strange, it feels like this wind is not as powerful as when we encountered it earlier. Otherwise, given the strength of these three and even with the help of those Blade Cultivators, they should have perished by now," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkwarm suddenly spoke up.
"Indeed, I also sense that this wind is much weaker than the gusts and tornadoes we encountered before," Hu Miao chimed in.
"Yes, the power of these winds and tornadoes does not match what we faced earlier," Hun Lao nodded in agreement.
"I know the reason," Ye Yunfei stated.
"What is it?" the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkwarm asked curiously.
"The main reason is the remnant thought within the wind is wary of me. While dealing with those three, it keeps paying attention to me, clearly on guard in case I attack him. After all, on this continent, Soul Power energy is severely restricted. The only energy capable of countering him is Heart Force energy," Ye Yunfei explained.
Ye Yunfei had been continuously using the Divine Pupil between his brows to observe, analyze, and study the shadowy figure within the storm. Gradually, he had discerned more details. Those violent winds were all controlled by that shadow. While commanding the gales to attack the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods, the shadow constantly monitored Ye Yunfei's group, evidently concerned that Ye Yunfei might strike.
"That thing is just a remnant thought, yet it can create such terrifying winds and control them for attacks. It's truly fearsome. In the past, he must have been a Chaos Deity," Hun Lao speculated.
"That remnant seems to be controlling the winds using a treasure," Ye Yunfei suddenly stated.
"A treasure?" Hearing Ye Yunfei's words, Hun Lao was taken aback.