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Otherwise, it would be really difficult for them to maintain half of their survival rate.2

Inside the Wind World, everyone was looking for a safe passage. The Soul Devouring Race had all walked here before, so they knew that the safe passage was inside the Wind World. Moreover, they also knew what it looked like.

However, the Ten Thousand Clans cultivators didn't know anything. They were just blindly searching everywhere. Most of their time was spent hiding from the wind around them, trying to survive. As for finding a safe passage, that was really just luck.

The surrounding wind was like the hand of the god of death, gently caressing their throats, taking away their lives.

To die in the Wind World was like a painter erasing a portrait of a character with a rubber band. They would leave nothing behind.

"Hu!"

With the strong wind blowing, many people disappeared from the world of the winds, and the number of people still alive became fewer and fewer.

Inside the bluestone platform, the complexions of Hun Wushuang and Hun Shang became more and more unsightly. They all thought that this batch had failed once again.

Their hearts felt extremely unwell. This had already touched their bottom line. If this group of people died, they would have to send someone else in, and that would exceed their bottom line.

"Let's send another hundred thousand to look for it!"

He no longer had the patience. The remaining people probably wouldn't be able to find the safe passage. He wanted to send more people in so that he could have a greater chance of finding the safe passage.

"Keep waiting!"

There were still tens of thousands of people in the Wind World. They still had some hope, maybe one of them had good luck and could find a safe path. That way, they wouldn't need to send anyone else in.

These tens of thousands of people were also the bottom line of Hun Wushuang. If all these tens of thousands of people died, then his bottom line in the Wind World would be completely broken.

In this trial, he could only kill 500,000 tribe cultivators. Otherwise, it would be even more difficult for him to pass the next few trials. He didn't want to send anyone else. He would have to wait until all the tens of thousands of people were dead before he could continue to send people.

"Mm …"

Hun Shang nodded his head heavily, taking in a deep breath, and then quietly looking at the people inside the Wind World. If possible, he did not want to die anymore.

Time slowly passed. One cultivator after another died. In the blink of an eye, there weren't more than 50,000 people left in this world.

They were the people who had lived the longest. They had survived countless winds and had survived until now. They were the hope of Hun Wushuang and Hun Shang.

"The fact that they were able to live for such a long time shows that they are lucky people. Perhaps, they can give us a pleasant surprise!"

Right now, those who were still alive had a longer lifespan than the previous batches of people!

In terms of luck, their luck was extremely good. It had already surpassed the people in front.

If they were able to find the safe passage, then perhaps they would be born from them. If they were to send someone to enter, perhaps they might not live as long as they did and would only be sending themselves to their deaths. It would be better to just wait for these people to see; there might be a miracle.

"Pfft!"

Slowly, there were less than 30,000 people left. As they went deeper and deeper into the Wind World, the wind they encountered only grew stronger and stronger. Their luck seemed to have run out and many people were killed by the wind.

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