Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 749: Wind Evil Takes Shape

At that moment, countless Gang Winds were ceaselessly pouring into the Wind Saint Pot.

Xiao Yi watched coldly as the immense Wind Beast Emperor stood before him.

Just over a day ago, he had been locked in fierce battle with the Wind Beast Emperor.

But a mere strand of Dragon Flame, along with four other mighty flames of the world, had only sustained the fight for several hours before his Primordial Power was entirely depleted.

The main issue was that the release of Dragon Flame to fend off the Wind Beast Emperor’s hurricane was far too strenuous, causing his Primordial Power to be consumed too rapidly.

A Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer Demon Beast was indeed terrifying.

At that time, he had already been engulfed by the hurricane.

But then, he abruptly recalled the Wind Saint Pot and decided to take it out on a whim.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Wind Saint Pot appeared, the hurricane devouring him was instantaneously absorbed completely.

Including the terrifying thousand types of Gang Winds that ravaged the bottom of the gorge, all were suppressed and then absorbed by the Wind Saint Pot.

However, it must be said that the level of ferocity of the Gang Winds here at the bottom of the gorge was quite astonishing.

Simply put, there were just too many of these thousand types of Gang Winds.

The Wind Saint Pot had been absorbing for a full day and a half, and it still hadn’t finished.

And as the Gang Winds here continued to be absorbed, the aura of the Wind Beast Emperor grew weaker and weaker.

Xiao Yi glanced at the surrounding Gang Winds, noting that their density and intensity were beginning to diminish.

It wouldn’t be long before he could put an end to the battle.

"Damned humans," the Wind Beast Emperor snarled at this moment.

Boom... A towering hurricane struck at Xiao Yi once again.

The Wind Beast Emperor could no longer mobilize the surrounding Gang Winds.

However, within its body was a vast reserve of Demon Essence that could also unleash a hurricane.

But this hurricane, which Xiao Yi had previously been helpless against and unable to withstand, now dissipated before even touching him, swiftly absorbed to the point of exhaustion by the Wind Saint Pot.

"It’s futile, you’ve lost," Xiao Yi said indifferently.

The Wind Saint Pot contained the domain imprinted by the Wind Saint just before his death.

Those who bore the title of Saint were the mightiest within the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

His domain was not something the Wind Beast Emperor could withstand.

However, for some reason, the domain within the Wind Saint Pot was almost devoid of power.

Perhaps after countless years, the power within had almost entirely dissipated.

Or maybe it was some other reason.

Regardless, this Wind Saint Domain lacked the capability to kill enemies and was virtually useless in combat.

However, the high level and effects of the domain remained, such as in absorbing and suppressing the Gang Winds here.

Xiao Yi speculated that the Wind Saint Pot’s automatic absorption of the countless Gang Winds here was likely also filling and recovering its domain’s power.

But just how much Wind Attribute power the Wind Saint Pot would need to recover was unknown.

Xiao Yi couldn’t even imagine it.

So, from over a day ago, he had acted on the notion of ’making the best use of things’ and placed the Wind Evil Seed he’d bought at the auction into it.

The Wind Saint Pot persistently absorbed the thousand types of Gang Winds here.

It then nurtured the Wind Evil Seed.

After a day and a half, that Wind Evil Seed slowly took shape.

And this Wind Evil Seed, fostered by the power of a thousand types of Gang Winds, would be imbued with the force of a thousand Gang Winds once it fully developed.

Xiao Yi looked forward with immense anticipation to what incredibly powerful Wind Evil this would cultivate.

Around him, several hundred thousand Wind Beasts had already sustained heavy casualties.

As soon as the Wind Beast Emperor’s Wind Control Ability was suppressed, the several hundred thousand Wind Beasts became frenzied and swarmed Xiao Yi.

Of course, Xiao Yi was only outmatched by the Wind Beast Emperor itself, uninhibited by the others.

He wielded the Purple Flame, and through battle, effortlessly slaughtered the majority.

Now, the scattered flames remaining in the surroundings were precisely the remnants still burning on the corpses of the Wind Beasts.

This was also the reason why the Thousand Wind Sect Master and the others above the gorge could still see faint glimmers of fire.

Time passed, several more hours gone by.

The Gang Winds around had been mostly absorbed.

The Gang Wind Seed inside the Wind Saint Pot was nearing its completion as well.

"It’s time to finish this battle," Xiao Yi said, his eyes cold as he looked toward the Wind Beast Emperor.

The fierce visage of the Wind Beast Emperor, still exuding a bloodthirsty aura, snarled, "Human, do you presume to kill me?"

"What do you think?" Xiao Yi replied, his expression untouched by emotion.

"I sought to leave, but you relentlessly pursued me, seeking to take my life."

"Now, it’s your turn to die."

"Hahaha..." The Wind Beast Emperor laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke under the heavens.

"Lowly human, you must be dreaming."

"Sly human, do you think you can deceive this Emperor? The treasures in your hand, although capable of suppressing the surrounding Gang Wind and my Wind Control ability,"

"But, inside there is not any power."

"With what will you kill me?"

"With that rotten sword of yours? Hahahaha..."

The Wind Beast Emperor laughed hideously, his malevolent eyes filled with intense disdain.

"This Emperor’s Heavenly Extreme Demon Body, can you injure it?"

"My rotten sword?" Xiao Yi gave a cold smile.

The Blizzard Sword in his hand had already been withdrawn.

In its place, a trail of Purple Radiance wrapped around him.

A sharp Divine Weapon that radiated an extreme cold abruptly materialized in his hand.

"Purple Martial Soul?" The Wind Beast Emperor’s bloodthirsty eyes revealed a hint of wariness.

But that was it.

Whoosh...

Xiao Yi’s figure flashed as he thrust directly at the Wind Beast Emperor.

The sword in his hand was the Ice Phoenix Sword.

The Wind Beast Emperor’s massive body swayed, unleashing a sky-engulfing hurricane that once again struck at Xiao Yi.

Of course, the hurricane was instantly absorbed by the Wind Saint Pot in Xiao Yi’s hand.

With no hindrance, Xiao Yi arrived in front of the Wind Beast Emperor and stabbed out with his sword.

The Wind Beast Emperor remained defiant, "Even with your Purple Martial Soul you cannot harm me, you overestimate yourself..."

However, before he could finish speaking,

His head had been penetrated.

A huge bloody hole gushed with fresh blood.

"How... how is this possible..." The Wind Beast Emperor’s eyes bulged in disbelief.

"This Emperor’s Heavenly Extreme Demon Body, nothing can break through it..."

"Roar..." The Wind Beast Emperor roared violently, suddenly going insane.

Not only was his body penetrated, but it was also wholly perforated.

His death was certain; he only planned a futile counterattack.

Xiao Yi wouldn’t give him the chance and quickly retreated.

While retreating, he swung his Ice Phoenix Sword, creating a succession of sword flowers.

Numerous Sword Shadows stood in front of him.

The Wind Beast Emperor’s massive body arrived, touching the Sword Shadows, and additional dozens of Sword Marks adorned his body as his blood flowed freely.

"How can this be... How can this be..."

"How can this Emperor fall to the hands of such an insignificant ant? Impossible..."

The Wind Beast Emperor raged in his frenzy.

But already mortally wounded and in critical condition, he couldn’t last much longer.

His head had been penetrated, blood streaming.

In just a few minutes, his gigantic body crashed to the ground.

The mighty Wind Beast Emperor, a Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer Demon Beast, thus died.

"Whew." After stabilizing himself, Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The encounter might have seemed easy, but with such a powerful demon beast, how could his heart not be tense?

Now that the Wind Beast Emperor was dead, naturally, he relaxed.

Roar... The remaining Wind Beasts around howled in what seemed like a mix of grief and anger for the death of their ’Emperor.’

However, as soon as the roar ended, countless Wind Beasts quickly retreated and fled.

The canyon was vast to begin with.

Xiao Yi couldn’t be bothered to chase, his Wind Saint Pot still steadily absorbing the surrounding Gang Wind.

The Wind Evil Seed was also nearly fully formed.

Diverse colors of light radiated from it.

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