Behind this Panjiao Race member stood a second Yi Tribesman, likely a Jiāojìng tribesman. The Jiāojìng tribesman was frowning, holding his chin with one hand, standing in front of the Panjiao Race cultivator, seemingly scrutinizing him.
But in the next moment, the Jiāojìng tribesman’s soul was also extracted, maintaining this posture.
The third Yi Tribesman cultivator, covered entirely in spikes, likely a Cishen Clan cultivator, stood on the other side, with one hand full of sharp spikes, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
However, in the next moment, he too, remained frozen in his vigilant scanning stance.
Xiaohei speculated that the Panjiao Race person must have arrived first, then died here. Later, the Jiāojìng tribesman discovered the corpse and came over to investigate, only to die inexplicably too.
Afterwards, the Cishen Clan’s Yi Tribesman cultivator also came. Realizing something was amiss, he began to be on guard, but he too couldn’t escape his fate.
"In other words, the Jiāojìng tribesman was doing the same thing as us," Xiang Beifei said slowly.
Erha, who was poking these cultivators with his tail, widened his eyes in surprise at Xiang Beifei and Xiaohei’s words. Shuddering instinctively, he quickly shrank down, jumped onto Xiang Beifei’s shoulder, and vigilantly watched his surroundings, afraid he would become the fourth sudden death.
Xiaohei barked in mockery at Erha’s cowardice.
Xiang Beifei fell into deep thought.
These cultivators were all quite powerful, likely masters of the Heavenly Connection realm, probably coming here hoping for a stroke of luck to find opportunities. But it seems they underestimated the strangeness of the Edge Corner Airspace.
He lifted his head again to scan the surroundings, quickly discovering that within a hundred miles, there were many such Yi Tribesman cultivators, further confirming his speculation.
But what exactly was killing them?
The wind continued to blow incessantly, and at that moment, Xiang Beifei suddenly sensed a very swift power hidden within the wind approaching him.
This gust of wind ignored his spiritual power, crashing directly into his body, aiming for his soul.
But he merely gave a slight flick, and the black and white elemental energy within him rotated and shattered the force completely.
However, when he tried to search carefully, the force vanished without a trace.
He grew all the more puzzled.
The force just now was likely what killed these Yi Tribesman cultivators without a sound, but he couldn’t determine from where it came.
Nevertheless, he didn’t deliberate too much. To him, this force wasn’t fatal, but it was not to be underestimated. After all, this was a strange and unknown place, even the old Giant Spirit was reluctant to recall.
He continued forward, along the way seeing more and more Yi Tribesman cultivators, seemingly people who came years ago seeking fortune but inadvertently lost their lives. Most bizarrely, some cultivators were frozen in mid-air, maintaining their final flight action before death.
It was as if the wind’s power pinned this Yi Tribesman in the air.
Up ahead, the wind was growing stronger, even making Xiang Beifei begin to feel strained. Every so often, the force came through, trying to target him. Yet, Xiang Beifei easily deflected it every time.
Here, the dead Yi Tribesman cultivators gradually decreased. Not having the cultivation to proceed, they were killed. Up ahead it suddenly transformed into a desert, yellow sand roaring and thundering away.
Xiang Beifei had just crossed a sand dune when the ground suddenly trembled!
A terrifying air current violently surged up, the sand within the dune erupting like a volcano, innumerable sand forming cyclones surging towards Xiang Beifei!
These sand cyclones were incredibly fast, fast to an unbelievable degree, comparable to the Immortal Realm; Xiang Beifei was extremely cautious, yet nearly got hit!
Frowning slightly, he instantly retreated, while a powerful spiritual power gathered in his palm, smashing down on the sand cyclone!
The swirling palm wind coalesced into a wave, almost tearing through space, making the air increasingly agitated. In an instant, Xiang Beifei shattered the cyclone.
However, as soon as his palm fell, the dunes around him suddenly all exploded, countless sand cyclones soared into the sky, fiercely rolling, each grain of sand filled with murderous intent, communicating with one another, completely covering the sky.
Here it seemed to become a world of sand, the sky was already shrouded with sand, densely packed, as far as the eye could see was just sand, with nothing else, making it difficult to discern directions.
The sand enveloped Xiang Beifei, no matter which direction he advanced, he faced the biting attacks of sand.
Xiang Beifei calmly watched these sand tornadoes. These sands couldn’t be destroyed; it was still that terrifying mysterious force protecting them, making the sands extremely tough.
But at this moment, Xiaohei suddenly realized something and barked in surprise, "Woof woof!"
Xiang Beifei suddenly reacted as well, feeling slightly astonished.
These sands were actually breath soil!
Indestructible, unbreakable, versatile and changing...
These were definitely characteristics of breath soil!
Initially, he didn’t recognize it because the aura of these sands was completely different from the breath soil he controlled.
"How could it be... There’s breath soil here too?"
Xiang Beifei was truly surprised!
He always thought breath soil was his unique artifact. When it was first unsealed from the Spirit Gathering Book, it was just a tiny particle, nurtured over the years by his own spiritual power to become one of his major strengths.
However, he never expected to see another form of breath soil upon entering the Edge Corner Airspace!
Even more unexpected, he, who could control breath soil, was attacked by other breath soil.
Xiang Beifei shouted lowly, releasing a powerful spiritual force from his palm, sweeping over several particles of breath soil into his palm, carefully comparing them.
It was indeed breath soil.
Just that these breath soils were very violent, controlled by other mysterious powers, completely out of his control, constantly rampaging in his hand, extremely reckless.
"Breath soil exists in the Edge Corner Airspace, what kind of place is this?"
Xiang Beifei’s heart was filled with deep questions.
He even thought of one thing, where did his Spirit Gathering Book come from?
Xiaohei extended its paw trying to grab the violent breath soil, but was unsuccessful. It seemed a bit angry, with a glint in its eye, turning to suggest that Xiang Beifei use the yin-yang source energy to tackle the breath soil.
"I don’t know if it will work, let me try."
Xiang Beifei’s yin-yang source energy could help him simulate any aura, enabling him to alter others’ perceptions. He had experimented with the Ghost Mustache of Remnant Visage at the formation near the Edge Corner Airspace.
At this moment, the crazy aura in his palm, being completely different from Xiang Beifei’s aura, kept struggling to attack him. Xiang Beifei quickly analyzed this aura and let the yin-yang source energy swiftly transform in his hand!
Two streams of black and white aura merged into the sand from Xiang Beifei’s palm, silently penetrating inside. Gradually, the frenzied sand began to slow its movement.
The grains of sand wanted to crash into Xiang Beifei, but seemingly couldn’t determine if he was friend or foe. As the aura of the yin-yang source energy became smoother, the sand finally spun twice in his palm before falling into his hand.
Xiang Beifei flicked his hand, and these grains of breath soil were under his control.
"Can it really work?"
Xiang Beifei was a bit surprised.
He looked up at the breath soil sandstorm dancing in the sky, then the yin-yang source energy slightly trembled, transforming into two special streams of light, spreading around Xiang Beifei’s body, disguising his entire aura as that of the breath soil, assimilating himself with it.
Perhaps due to the sudden disappearance of the intruding foreign aura, all the breath soil paused, spinning in place in the air for a long time, seemingly looking somewhat confused.
"Now it’s under my control."
Xiang Beifei gently waved his hand, his aura guiding all the yellow sand. The breath soil over the entire desert began to move slowly at his will, following his direction.
At this moment, utilizing the breath soil’s aura, Xiang Beifei suddenly discovered something seemingly lurking in the desert ahead.