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Therefore, they could only explore the path ahead. If they were lucky enough to find the right path, they might even be able to survive.1

In any case, what awaited them was death. At this moment, they realized how stupid they were to follow the Soul Devouring Tribe in. Many of them regretted it in their hearts.

This was the path they had chosen. Even if they were to kneel, they would have to walk on it. A strong sense of dejection appeared on many people's bodies. At this moment, they seemed to have aged a lot.

"Forget it, I'll just treat it as sitting down and dying early!"

Some sighed in their hearts. They had already lived for more than 9000 years, and their lifespan was only a few hundred years. They had no hope of breaking through in these several hundred years, and in a few hundred years, they would naturally die.

"Pfft!"

Within the World of the Wind, the sounds of cultivators being killed by the wind constantly echoed out. It was as if balloons were being pierced through, and behind every sound was the death of a cultivator.

Be it the Soul Devouring Race or the Myriad Tribes cultivators, they were extremely weak in the World of Wind.

The only thing that was worth being gratified by the Ten Thousand Clans was that Hun Wushuang did not treat the Ten Thousand Clans cultivators as scouts alone. There were many people from the Soul Devouring Tribe that were used as scouts as well, and both sides explored the path equally.

Very quickly, everyone in the Wind World died. In the empty Wind World, all sorts of winds howled past.

If one looked at it this way alone, one would think that the Wind World was very magical and quite interesting.

However, everyone knows that the wind in the Wind World can kill without blinking. It can instantly kill them all and no one would think that the Wind World is interesting anymore. Everyone is filled with fear for it.

The atmosphere in the green stone platform was extremely quiet. The air was filled with fear, and many of the Ten Thousand Clans cultivators had their heads lowered. Their hearts were filled with fear.

Hun Wushuang stood up from the ground with an ugly expression. He took a deep breath and ordered the Soul Devouring Tribe that was scouting behind him to send another hundred thousand people out!

The Soul Devouring Race's pathfinders, who were already prepared, quickly stood up with a hundred thousand people. Their eyes were filled with an aura of death. They already knew their fate.

However, they were already prepared to die, so it was as though they were walking through a deathtrap.

"You guys, come back with another one hundred thousand people!"

Hun Wushuang looked at Limitless and asked him to send another hundred thousand people to scout the way.

Limitless' face was extremely ugly. He looked at the ten thousand tribe cultivators that were scouting the path, but he couldn't say a word.

"Hmph, why are you wasting words with him? Let's do it ourselves!"

Hun Shang looked coldly at Limitless, and then, he quickly walked to the side of the Myriad Clan cultivator that was about to explore the path.

"You guys come out for a hundred thousand people, don't force me to do anything. Either you guys go out and scout, or I'll kill you right now!"

Hun Shang's aura instantly enveloped the pathfinders. His aura was like a vast ocean as it pressed down on everyone.

The ten thousand clansmen felt as if the sky had caved in, and even breathing became difficult.

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