"Don't panic... Calm down, quickly. There must be, there must be some other way!"
"That's right, I won the Dao struggle! I obtained his Divine Wind, obtained his wind art!"
Bai Sanli knew his time was running short. His Primordial Spirit was now locked away; if he did not use some other means to kill himself, then once the True Intent Cultivators arrived, it would truly be too late to turn things around.
As his Spiritual Sense raced, Bai Sanli summoned a pale red Divine Wind from the depths of himself.
This was a newly born thing, formed after the Blood Fiend Divine Wind and Two Forms Divine Wind had fused following his successful seizing of Yang Lingrui's Dao.
Without a second thought, he blew this Divine Wind directly upon his own Primordial Spirit, intending to use it to destroy himself.
It was not as though he had never used such a method before. The Blood Fiend Divine Wind had originally possessed immense slaughtering power; now that it had fused with Yang Lingrui's Two Forms Divine Wind, its might should have risen to another level.
Yet after being brushed by the Divine Wind for only a single breath, Bai Sanli sensed something amiss.
To his astonishment, he discovered that this newly born Divine Wind had lost its former bloodthirsty, murderous power.
As the wind swept over his Primordial Spirit, all he felt was a gentle force that seemed capable of embracing everything.
Let alone ravaging and destroying his Primordial Spirit, the more the Divine Wind blew, the more solid his Primordial Spirit became.
"How could this be... How could this be..."
At last, Bai Sanli's state of mind utterly collapsed. He clutched his head tightly in both hands, while the terror in his eyes overflowed their sockets, turning into two