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The yellow sand filling the sky swept ever higher, and the Sea of Sand before them resembled a man-eating beast.

No matter what Spirit Talismans they sent flying into it, they could not stir even a single ripple.

After throwing out several Spirit Talismans and sensing just how terrifying the Fallen Soul Forbidden Land truly was, Ye Qingfeng stopped attacking. Instead, he began carefully investigating the outskirts of the Fallen Soul Forbidden Land.

After all, Ye Haisheng's sword formation could only cover one area, while the opponent was merely at Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Though Ye Qingfeng did not think he could defeat him, he could still hold him off for a short while.

The yellow sand here was clearly somewhat different, carrying traces of black. This puzzled Ye Qingwen somewhat.

He scooped up some sand and carefully crushed it between his fingers. It was also slightly soft, as though it contained some other minerals.

After weighing it and confirming that it was an ordinary material much like sand, Ye Qingfeng shook his head and headed elsewhere.

The Fallen Soul Forbidden Land was vast, but the sandstorms in other areas were even fiercer than where the Jia Family cultivator had fled. Even ordinary Purple Mansion Cultivators would likely need to unleash both Spirit Shields and Dharma Artifacts just to barely pass through.

Ye Qingfeng merely drew a little closer and already felt as though he would be swept inside. The drifting sand and dust even battered his Spirit Shield until it flickered unsteadily.

He did think of someone suited to this place—Ye Haihe. The latter was a Purple Mansion body cultivator and also possessed a Wind Spirit Root.

But he soon shook his head. He had no mood to think about that now. What mattered most was keeping pace with