"Hey, Uncle Tianwu, stop joking, okay? You are the Earl of the Winds! Back in the Primordial Era, you could hold the Heavenly Gang Divine Winds of the Thirty-Three Heavens in your hand and play with them. Now you say you can't control these ordinary storms? That's not a funny joke at all!"

Hanba’s seductive voice chimed in. A joke? It had taken her so much effort to condense her true form, and her memories were slowly returning piece by piece. If she were to die like this, wouldn't that be tragically unjust?

"Hanba girl, you just mentioned the Primordial Era. Back then, my true body was intact. But now, not only do I lack a physical body, but this divine sense of mine is less than one ten-thousandth of what it was in the Primordial Era. How do you expect me to control anything?" Tianwu stated matter-of-factly, showing no shame in his inability to control the storms despite his title as the Earl of the Winds.

...

Faced with Tianwu's explanation, both Ye Jingyu and Hanba were speechless. If even the Earl of the Winds was helpless, did that mean they were truly facing death this time?

"Wuwuwu... This servant doesn't want to die! I'm only eighteen, still a pure maiden! I don't want to die! Wuwuwu... Uncle Tianwu, you can't do this to me! Wuwuwuwu..." While Ye Jingyu was still stunned, Hanba had already dissolved into heartbroken sobs. Her cry was so desolate—it brought sorrow to those who heard it. Even Ye Jingyu was moved by her weeping and couldn't help but extend his right hand to pat her frail back.

However, Tianwu clearly wasn't buying it. A pure maiden? Yes, her current vessel might still be that of a virgin, but this girl was an ancient zombie who had lived for countless years! To claim she was eighteen now? Truly shameless.

Ignoring Hanba’s wailing, he exchanged a glance with Zhurong, his body transforming into a clear stream of light as he rushed toward another area. He had only just managed to manifest his form and hadn't yet used flesh and blood to solidify his true body. He certainly didn't want to dissipate just yet; he had to find a solution...

"Wuwuwu... Dear younger brother, tell me, why is my life so bitter? After waiting for ten thousand years, I finally gained rebirth with your help. I thought I could live carefree, but how long has it been before it’s all about to shatter again? Tell me, am I not pitiful?" Hanba had already leaned into Ye Jingyu’s embrace, following the path of his arm. Her cries grew more tragic, her tears increased, and her body pressed closer and closer. Her arms, without conscious thought, wrapped around Ye Jingyu's neck...

"En, pitiful. Truly too pitiful!" At this moment, Ye Jingyu hadn't fully recovered from the crushing reality of dashed hope. Seeing Hanba's pitiable and captivating appearance, he answered instinctively.

"Yes, this servant is just a woman cursed by fate. But, dear younger brother, before this servant dies, can you grant me one final wish regarding my purity?" Hanba's lips moved close to Ye Jingyu’s ear, and the hot breath she exhaled sent shivers through him, making his very soul feel as if it might float away...

"A wish? What wish?" A sudden sense of foreboding washed over Ye Jingyu. What did she mean, 'before I die'? As long as he wasn't dead, how could she die? Even if they both had to perish, shouldn't he be the one to go first? Yet, he instinctively replied.

"Sister is still a maiden. Before I pass, would you let me experience being a woman just once..." As she finished this sentence, Hanba's crimson lips pressed against Ye Jingyu’s cheek.

"Experience being a woman?" Ye Jingyu was stunned for a moment, but then the true meaning flashed through his mind. He instantly recalled the men Hanba had drained into desiccated corpses in the past. A chill shot through his entire body. He violently shoved Hanba away and cried out:

"Sister, don't worry, we won't die! If you truly pass before me, I will fulfill this wish on your behalf!"

"You stinking brat! Do I really look that repulsive to you?" Seeing Ye Jingyu suddenly push her away, adopting an expression of absolute distance, Hanba flared with anger, letting out a charmingly petulant cry.

Just as Ye Jingyu was about to reply, the Twelve Heavenly Witch Extinction Grand Array shuddered violently. The thick, oppressive clouds were forcibly torn open by a massive rift created by the raging winds outside. The forms of Zhurong and Tianwu reappeared in the sky, exerting all their might to resist the endless, surging gales.

The power of the gale was increasing exponentially. It was now at least ten thousand times stronger than when Ye Jingyu first entered. Even with their profound cultivation and immense power, they currently found it impossible to withstand such a tempestuous assault...

Watching the ever-thickening storms, observing the vortexes that could easily grind steel into powder, the faces of Ye Jingyu, Hanba, Tianwu, and Zhurong were etched with deep despair...

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." Tremendous booming sounds echoed again above the array. The rift was tearing wider and wider. Vaguely, Ye Jingyu and the others could see over a hundred wind dragons, each stretching for hundreds of feet, surging inward. Every single wind dragon surprisingly possessed the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal.

The complexions of Ye Jingyu and the others completely changed. They had never imagined that Feng Yan could wield such devastating power. This was the World of Wind; every rule here was the rule of wind. And Feng Yan, holding that jade pendant, clearly commanded the very fabric of this domain.

If one was not absorbed into that jade pendant, it was merely a slightly superior storage artifact. But once drawn inside, Feng Yan became the sole sovereign of this space. He could manifest dragons if he wished, or conjure phoenixes. As long as his cultivation was sufficient, he could even create countless energy beings within this world, beings with cultivation levels equal to his own, entirely condensed from pure Wind Essence Power.

Of course, creating energy beings of his own caliber required sacrificing his own vital blood essence as a catalyst...

The appearance of over a hundred wind dragons here demonstrated precisely how relentlessly Feng Yan was striving to annihilate Ye Jingyu and his companions.

Looking at the horde of wind dragons, Ye Jingyu was wracked with regret. Why had he pursued this alone? If he had a companion by his side, even if he had been fully absorbed into the jade pendant, would Feng Yan have had enough time to fully activate its power?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..." The wind dragons charged straight in. These mindless creatures knew nothing of fear, rushing toward the four figures like a frenzy...

Zhurong and Tianwu attacked simultaneously. Relying on their formidable strength, they easily destroyed the first wind dragon, then the third, the fourth, the fifth. But after annihilating ten dragons, their bodies were beginning to buckle under the strain...

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