On a hill in the Red Immortal Grassland, a fierce wind swept sand and stone into the air, revealing pitted, jet-black hard ground.
Streaks of sword scars and spell-light still swept restlessly through the blackened earth, proof of the unrest from moments before.
Only at the far end of the horizon could one catch a hurried glimpse of emerald-green turf.
A Wind Core fell from the horizon, stirring up a whirlwind neither large nor small.
Ye Jingyu's figure also appeared before them.
In silence, he put the Wind Core away, while behind him came Ye Yunxuan's silent voice transmission.
"Teng Mo is dead..."
Back then, the Ye Family's first group to ascend had numbered several dozen clansmen, and the second and third groups had brought up another hundred or so. Teng Mo had come up with Ye Jingyu, and his name also carried the meaning of remembering the Desert Sea. When he arrived, his cultivation had still been at the Nascent Soul Early Stage. Thirty years ago, he had already reached peak Nascent Soul, and half a month ago, he had even said he was preparing to enter seclusion and break through to Spirit Transformation.
Yet today, while fighting the Wind Origin Clan, he had been ambushed and killed by a Sixth Stage Wind Origin clansman.
"Teleport away!" Though Ye Jingyu felt equally awful inside, he still spoke.
In the Red Immortal Grassland, the Ye Family, disguised as Qixuan Valley, had already fought here for more than ten years. Although the Ye Family had been careful every time and had not taken many risks, the Wind Origin Clan, the Many-Eyed Race, and the Scorpion Crystal Race were each more cunning than the last.
The Ye Family had suffered no small number of losses, and the clansmen they had lost had