Chapter 715
Ren Xue
Bibi Dong remained surprisingly calm.
She removed the light cocoon, and the two hovered at the exit of the wind tunnel, facing the devastating gale-force winds.
Her long hair danced wildly in the raging air, her clothes fluttering in the wind. But Bibi Dong stood ramrod straight, as if she were standing on solid ground, not in the air. She raised her right hand, her five fingers slowly spreading.
“Wind,” she began, her voice low but strangely penetrating the howling wind, “listen to me.”
Three simple words, yet they contain an indescribable sense of authority.
A miracle happened.
The devastating gale ahead actually... slowed down.
It's not a cessation, not a suppression, but rather as if it's listening and waiting.
Bibi Dong continued, "I need a way to go home."
Her voice carried a plea, not a command. But that plea contained the approval of the wind god's authority, and a resonance with a profound understanding of the laws of wind.
The strong winds began to flow and reorganize.
Countless violent wind blades merged and coalesced, carving out a relatively calm passage amidst the chaos. The gales on both sides of the passage remained fierce, yet miraculously maintained a certain balance, no longer raging into the passage.
This defies common sense and the laws of physics—but at the level of the laws, it is precisely the most reasonable presentation.
“Let’s go,” Bibi Dong said, stepping into the passage first.
Dai Chengfeng followed closely behind, his shock beyond words. He looked at Bibi Dong's back—the woman who had once been corrupted by the power of the Rakshasa God, her heart filled with darkness and hatred, was now surrounded by a blue halo, walking leisurely through the gale-force winds that even titled Douluo could hardly survive.
This is not a crushing defeat of strength, but a transcendence of realm.
The passage wasn't long, but in this environment, every step was terrifying. Dai Chengfeng could feel the terrifying energy contained in the gale-force winds on both sides; even the slightest leak would be enough to tear a Soul Saint-level expert to shreds. Bibi Dong, however, walked calmly, occasionally raising her hand to lightly adjust the unstable airflow in certain spots.
She even had the energy to speak: "The reason why gale belts are so violent is that winds of different levels and attributes converge and collide here, losing their natural rhythm. Among the wind gods of all time, one once proposed the theory of 'Wind Concerto' - if we can understand the characteristics of each type of wind and guide them to form a harmonious resonance, gale belts can become the safest passage, rather than an insurmountable barrier."
"Can you do it now?" Dai Chengfeng asked.
“Not yet,” Bibi Dong said frankly. “The realm of that Wind God requires a complete divine spark and a thousand years of enlightenment to reach. Right now, I can only temporarily ‘appease’ them and make them willing to give me a way out.”
As we spoke, the edge of the gale-force winds could already be seen ahead—that familiar gray sky.
The two quickened their pace, and as they took their final step out of the gale-force winds, the passage behind them abruptly closed, and the gale returned to its violent and chaotic state. The special area they had passed through on their way here had completely vanished, as if it had never existed.
Looking back, the gale-force winds known as the "Kiss of Death" were still raging, but for Bibi Dong, it was no longer an insurmountable barrier.
"We're out." Dai Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat. It wasn't fear, but the instinctive tension one feels when facing the might of heaven and earth. Bibi Dong, however, frowned slightly and looked up at the distant sky.
"What's wrong?" Dai Chengfeng noticed her unusual behavior.
“There’s a battle going on,” Bibi Dong said. “It’s far away, but the energy fluctuations are familiar… It’s the Spirit Hall, and… the aura of Seagod Island.”
Dai Chengfeng's expression hardened: "Tang San and the others?"
“Not only that,” Bibi Dong closed her eyes, unleashing the full power of her divine soul's perception. The wind became her eyes and ears, bringing information from afar. “It’s Qian Renxue. She’s fighting with… Poseidon? There are also several Title Douluo-level auras. At least six people, two of whom are the retainers of Seagod Island.”
She suddenly opened her eyes: "The battlefield is about three hundred miles southwest of Wuhun City. Qian Renxue is at a disadvantage, and she is forcibly holding on by burning her angelic divine power."
Dai Chengfeng immediately said, "We must get there right away!"
Bibi Dong nodded, but then shook her head: "At our current speed, it will take at least a quarter of an hour to travel three hundred miles. Qian Renxue can't hold out for that long."
She hesitated for a moment, then a resolute look flashed in her eyes: "I will use the power of the Wind God to carry you. Relax, do not resist."
Before Dai Chengfeng could respond, Bibi Dong had already placed her hand on his shoulder. The next moment, a blue light enveloped the two of them, and Dai Chengfeng felt as if he had lost his weight, with everything around him turning into a blurry stream of light.
It wasn't flying, but rather... being "pushed" by the wind.
The surrounding scenery receded at an astonishing speed, yet the air offered no resistance; instead, it actively propelled them forward. This was a mode of movement Dai Chengfeng had never experienced before—not breaking through the air with his own strength, but becoming one with the wind, letting it carry them along.
Its speed far exceeds the limits of a Title Douluo of the Agility-Attack type!
"Is this the ultimate speed of the wind?" Dai Chengfeng was shocked. He had witnessed Bibi Dong's speed of flight using the Rakshasa God's power, but at that time she relied more on her powerful soul force to forcibly break through air resistance. But now, they seemed to have become part of the wind, the resistance no longer existed, and even the air itself was helping them accelerate.
Bibi Dong did not answer; she was completely focused on manipulating the wind. This kind of long-distance, high-speed "wind bearing" was also a first for her, requiring precise control. She could feel the delicate balance between the two divine powers within her—the power of the Wind God was being rapidly depleted, while the power of the Rakshasa God lay dormant deep within, maintaining the stability of her soul and body.
This balance is fragile, but at least for the time being, there will be no conflict.
Three hundred miles away, above the desolate plains.
The battle has reached a fever pitch.
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul True Form fully unfolded, golden holy light like a second sun. But her condition was extremely poor—her armor was shattered, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and two of the six angel wings on her back had dimmed and lost their luster, their feathers withered.
Her opponent was Poseidon, the high priestess of Poseidon Island.
Poseidon wielded the scepter of the sea god, surrounded by azure sea god light, with a phantom ocean realm beneath her feet. She did not unleash her full power, but each strike was precise and deadly, forcing Qian Renxue to burn her angelic divine power to defend herself.
To make matters worse, five titled Douluo from Seagod Island were also present, blocking all of Qian Renxue's escape routes. Two of them were Seagod Island's retainers, both with strength exceeding level ninety-six.
"Qian Renxue, surrender," Poseidon's voice was calm yet authoritative. "Hand over the core of the Angelic Armor, and I may spare your life. Otherwise, today will be the day the angelic lineage ends." (End of Chapter)