"Don't worry, I have already obtained the complete cultivation technique.
This technique is called the Wind Control Art. It is the core inheritance left behind by the Wind Demon God.
These two remnant steles also have extraordinary origins. In fact, the two fragments are two parts of a single magical treasure. When combined, they form a complete treasure known as the Great Wind Stele.
Both the Wind Control Art and the Great Wind Stele can be used to command the wind."
Just as Jinjiao Long Can, Hu Miao, Huang Shang, and Hun Lao were panicking, Ye Yunfei suddenly revealed a calm smile and spoke unhurriedly.
"Really? That's wonderful! Master, you've finally obtained the complete technique! Perseverance pays off!"
Hu Miao, upon hearing Ye Yunfei's words, was overjoyed.
"Now, all our lives are hanging in the balance—no, I should say they are hanging by a single thread. Look at the Formations you set up; they can only last for one breath now. That means your Formations are already useless. So, how are we supposed to resist these fierce gales? Even if you've acquired the Wind Control Art and the Great Wind Stele, don't you need time to cultivate the technique and refine the treasure? We should think about how to solve our current crisis."
After hearing Ye Yunfei's words, Jinjiao Long Can first revealed a surprised expression but then reconsidered, feeling something was off, and started sighing anxiously again.
"Relax. Even if the Formations I've set up can only last for one breath, they can still buy me time to refine the Great Wind Stele."
Ye Yunfei said with a smile. As soon as his words fell, more than a dozen of Ye Yunfei's Clones appeared around him, each holding a large number of Formation Flags.
These Clones continuously tossed out the Formation Flags, rapidly constructing a vast number of Formations. Although these Formations lasted only a single breath, because the over ten Clones were incessantly and swiftly laying them down, at least a dozen new Formations could be erected within that single breath. Therefore, the Formations they created were still barely protecting the small patch of space around them, resisting the raging winds.
Meanwhile, Ye Yunfei was already wholeheartedly refining the Great Wind Stele. The Wind Control Art contained detailed methods for refining the Great Wind Stele.
In truth, the Great Wind Stele was an extremely high-grade magical treasure. Even a Ninth Level Sovereign God arriving might not necessarily be able to refine it.
Ye Yunfei's Divine Pupil between his brows, his two Soul Bodies, and his sixty Soul Power Planets coordinated together, playing a huge role. Especially the Divine Pupil between his brows, which provided tremendous assistance during the refinement process because this Divine Pupil could perform a thorough analysis of the treasure.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The power of the raging gales and tornadoes in the surrounding heavens and earth surged once more, becoming even wilder.
"We must retreat immediately!"
At this moment, the experts of the three major forces finally couldn't hold on. The three leaders, facing the billowing gales ahead, had lost all confidence to continue resisting.
The experts of the three forces simultaneously turned and began trudging outwards through the storm, each using every ounce of their strength to press forward against the howling winds. They all knew their lives were hanging by a thread; at any moment, the surging winds and tornadoes could tear them to pieces, utterly annihilating them.
"Take out all the talismans you have! The power of these winds is still increasing! We must last until we leave this area!"
The leading elder from Rune Sacred Land roared. He then grabbed a huge handful of talismans with both hands and threw them all out as if they were free.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One talisman after another was activated, erupting with rolling waves of power, forming layer upon layer of light shields of different colors that enveloped the space around him.
The other members of Rune Sacred Land dared not delay, each desperately retrieving various talismans from their bodies and continuously casting them.
The members of Blade Realm huddled closely around Dao Changkong, their bodies practically pressed together. The Wind-Settling Pearl above Dao Changkong's head shone with dazzling light, forming a light shield that protected every single member.
Simultaneously, a small blade that appeared somewhat worn-out hovered in front of Dao Changkong's body, releasing a multitude of brilliant blade auras. These blade auras darted frantically through the surrounding space, intertwining to form a brilliant net of blades that barely resisted the onrushing torrent of gales.
"Everyone, work together! We must leave this storm area in the shortest time possible, or we will all perish here!"
Dao Changkong shouted loudly.
Each member of Blade Realm drew forth all the magical treasures they possessed, then poured their energies into them recklessly. Clang! Clang! Clang!
One magical treasure after another was shattered into dust by the fierce winds, making the expressions of the Blade Realm members turn deathly pale and filling their hearts with terror. Using all their might, they pushed forward step by step.
At this time, the experts from Guardian Faction were also in dire straits. The Purple God Bell above Elder Xu's head rang out rapidly. Dang! Dang!
Clanging sounds echoed rapidly, vast waves of purple energy billowing forth, colliding with the surrounding winds. Of course, these purple energies were quickly scattered and extinguished by the gales.
"Truly, these are gales left behind by the Wind Demon God of the ancient times. They are truly terrifying.
A pity we have no power to resist such dreadful winds; we have no chance to obtain the treasures and inheritance the Wind Demon God left behind."
Elder Xu led the experts of Guardian Faction desperately trying to force their way out of the storm while sighing in lament.
"Since we know this continent holds treasures and inheritance from the Wind Demon God, we cannot simply give up. Just wait, our Blade Realm will not abandon this."
Dao Changkong spoke through gritted teeth.
"After we escape this place, we must immediately return to report to our headquarters so they can dispatch experts here. Rune Sacred Land must obtain the treasures and inheritance left by the Wind Demon God."
The leading elder of Rune Sacred Land muttered quietly.
"That kid Ye Yunfei is still over there. Will he take advantage and seize the Wind Demon God's treasures and legacy after we leave?"
A Rune Sacred Land expert glanced back at Ye Yunfei and the twelve Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods from Hunyuan Sect and voiced his concern.
"How could the Ye surnamed brat have any chance to obtain the Wind Demon God's treasures and legacy? Didn't you see? The Formations he's set up now can't even last a single breath. The storm's power is intensifying, so the effect of his Formations is getting weaker and weaker.
Moreover, his stock of Formation Flags and materials will eventually run out. Under such circumstances, the Ye brat is doomed to die. Don't bother about him. He's already a dead man."
The Rune Sacred Land's leading elder turned to look at Ye Yunfei's over dozen Clones frantically laying Formations, a cold sneer appearing on his face.
"It would be letting that little beast Ye off too easy if he perished in these gales. If he ever fell into the hands of our Guardian Faction, we certainly wouldn't let him die so painlessly."
Elder Xu of Guardian Faction also glanced back at Ye Yunfei and, seeing that his Formations lasted less than a breath, scoffed coldly.
"If those old folks from Jian Realm find out that the so-called heir they wanted to carefully groom has ended up buried in this storm, they'd probably jump out of their graves in fury."
Dao Changkong also looked back at the imperiled Ye Yunfei, a gloating expression on his face.
By now, the experts of the three major forces had gradually distanced themselves from the heart of the tempest, and thus the force of the attacks they endured weakened bit by bit. This made them heave a sigh of relief and then accelerate their pace, rushing outwards with all their might.
Finally, the experts of the three forces narrowly escaped the area enveloped by the gale, managing to stumble out. However, by this time, each of them was covered in dense, horrifying wounds.
Those of weaker strength had half their physical bodies scoured away by the wind, leaving behind only a mutilated torso—a bloody, mangled mess with exposed white bones, an utterly wretched sight.
Even Dao Changkong, Elder Xu, and the leading elder of Rune Sacred Land were covered in dense wounds, their flesh torn open, blood continuously spurting out.
"We must leave this place immediately. If these winds shift position and chase after us, we'll be in serious trouble."
A Seventh-Level Sovereign God from Guardian Faction spoke up. This Sovereign God had entered this continent before and nearly perished in the winds. This was his second time here, and unexpectedly he encountered these terrifying gales again, almost losing his life once more. Hence, he was now a startled bird, filled with deep fear towards these winds.
Gazing at the madly howling winds and tornadoes not far behind, he wished he could simply take flight and leave this continent for good.
"Indeed, we should definitely hurry and leave this continent.
If these winds pursue us, we definitely cannot handle it."
The leading elder of Rune Sacred Land nodded. Then, experts from all three forces simultaneously used movement techniques, charging towards the edge of the continent.
"I wonder how that little beast Ye Yunfei is doing now. He should be dead inside, right?"
A Guardian Faction expert turned to look at the fearsome storm in the distance and asked.
"That Ye brat was already barely holding on just now. More time has passed, so I suspect the Formations he set up are completely useless now. Without the protection of Formations, no matter how monstrous he is, the Ye brat couldn't last even one breath within that storm. He's surely perished inside."
Elder Xu sneered as he spoke. Hearing this, the other experts nearby also turned back, sneering expressions on their faces.
"That Ye brat has caused our Guardian Faction significant losses. Good riddance he's dead!"
Someone else sneered. Not long after, the experts of the three forces left the continent and returned to the world outside.
"Finally, we made it out."
Upon leaving the continent, every expert from the three forces completely relaxed, feeling elated at having narrowly escaped death.
"Where is Hunyuan Sect's army in this battlefield?"
Elder Xu, the leader of the Guardian Faction team, first calmed his emotions, then his gaze immediately swept across the battlefield. He discovered that on this battlefield, only the Guardian Faction's own forces remained. Hunyuan Sect's army was nowhere to be seen.
"Report, Elder Xu. Some time ago, Hunyuan Sect's army withdrew from this battlefield. A large area nearby, including various World Clusters, has completely fallen under the control of our Guardian Faction."
A Seventh-Level Sovereign God stepped forward to report to Elder Xu.