The whistling of the wind and the crackling sounds of chaos entered his ears.
Within a strange, black and white whirlwind, a figure swayed uncontrollably.
That figure was Zhang Ling. His face was pale, and he was covered in several layers of protective shields. Countless wind blades struck him like tiny knives, instantly shattering several layers of defense.
He could only continuously expend his spiritual power to rapidly reinforce his defenses to temporarily ensure his safety.
Moreover, in this strange wind vortex, his divine sense could not extend far, only about ten feet. Any further and it would be torn apart by the countless wind formations.
He had never encountered these strange black and white astral winds before, nor were they recorded in any ancient texts. Being within them felt like being subjected to endless wind-based attacks.
Zhang Ling mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, focusing it entirely on defense. He had his own spiritual power shield, the yellow light from the Yellow Luo Umbrella, several heavy Xuan Light Shields rotating around him, and a large amount of Heavenly Star Sand protecting him.
Even with so many defensive measures, he still wasn't completely at ease.
Suddenly, the strange wind vortex seemed to be compressed by some force, emitting a piercing screech. The black and white wind formations spun even faster, and infinite pressure came from all directions.
Under this pressure, Zhang Ling trembled uncontrollably, and several layers of defensive light dimmed significantly.
With a thought, the Xuan Turtle in his sleeve flew out and perched on his shoulder. With a roar, the Xuan Turtle spat out a large expanse of black-silver light, enveloping Zhang Ling's entire body.
The pressure from all directions was completely blocked outside this layer of light. However, the black-silver light was gradually being consumed.
Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the aura emanating from the Xuan Turtle on his shoulder was constantly weakening. Every few breaths, a fine crack would appear on the turtle's shell.
Initially, it wasn't a major issue, but as time passed, the Xuan Turtle's aura had decreased significantly, and many cracks had appeared on the flesh beneath its shell.
Zhang Ling's face was ashen as he watched the black and white wind formations raging around him. He found it difficult to stabilize himself, let alone find a way to escape this area.
He had been swallowed by the massive spatial rift earlier and had no idea where he was now.
Fortunately, the Echoing Void Bell on his waist did not sound an alarm, which reassured him somewhat.
This proved that he was merely caught in a strange wind vortex. If he had been caught in a spatial storm, he would have already died.
However, the current black and white strange wind vortex was erratic, and there seemed to be no way out.
Struggling to maintain his layers of protection, his own spiritual power was rapidly depleting. At most, he would only last for another half an hour before his power was exhausted.
Moreover, most of the pressure was on the Xuan Turtle. The Xuan Turtle was consuming its true essence at all costs to temporarily ensure his safety.
But the Xuan Turtle was already at its limit, and the black-silver light it emitted wouldn't last for more than a few breaths.
Only by quickly finding a way to escape this area could he have a chance of survival.
Zhang Ling constantly scanned his surroundings, but all he saw were strange black and white wind formations. He was finding it difficult to even stabilize himself, let alone find a way out.
In a short while, Zhang Ling's lips turned white, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He held several jade bottles in his hand, constantly pouring out pills and swallowing them to quickly replenish his depleted spiritual power.
But even with such frantic consumption of pills, it only slightly slowed down the depletion of his spiritual power.
If he still had Millennium Spiritual Milk, a natural treasure that could quickly restore spiritual power, he could last a bit longer.
Unfortunately, he had already used it all up. Was he really going to die in this strange place? Zhang Ling's face was ashen, and a hint of despair couldn't help but rise in his heart.
"Hehe, you've actually been caught in the Astral Wind."
"Who, who's speaking?"
Suddenly, a crisp voice entered his ears, causing Zhang Ling to be stunned for a moment. His eyes and divine sense scanned left and right, but he didn't notice the direction the voice came from.
The howling wind filled his ears, as if the voice he heard just now was merely a hallucination. However, Zhang Ling was certain that a voice had indeed entered his ears. The voice wasn't loud, and he couldn't tell if it was male or female, but it sounded more like a child's voice.
"Hehe, who am I? Aren't I right on you?" After a moment of silence, the childish voice came again.
Zhang Ling's gaze shifted and locked onto the storage bracelet on his wrist. The voice was actually coming from his storage magic item.
His storage bracelet shook, and a golden light flashed as a blurred image of a small bird emerged from it. Although it was blurred, Zhang Ling instantly saw clearly that the small bird seemed to be a golden-blue swallow, only an inch in size, and looked ordinary, like a bird spirit.
However, Zhang Ling immediately noticed that the bird spirit was emitting a familiar aura. He couldn't help but exclaim.
Blue feathers!
At the same time, a strand of his divine sense entered the storage bracelet to check, and he found that the Refining God Diagram that had sealed the blue feathers had indeed unfolded. The blue feathers sealed within were gone without a trace.
At the same time, the Soul Restricting Plate that he had placed inside half a day ago had countless cracks. The golden feather spirit纹 that he had pulled from Ding Ruozhao's body, which had been sealed within, had now disappeared.
"No need to look. If it weren't for you having a piece of my spirit bone and a portion of my primordial spirit纹, I wouldn't have been able to regain consciousness."
Hearing this, Zhang Ling immediately guessed what had happened. Not long ago, the blue feathers seemed to have merged with the golden soul on Ding Ruozhao's body. Although he had sealed them separately, they now seemed to have merged together, actually transforming into such a bird spirit.
This seemed to be a wisp of demon soul from a great demon.
However, compared to the special pressure that the blue feathers had previously emitted, the aura emitted by this blurred bird spirit was only equivalent to a seventh-order demon beast.
Although a seventh-order demon beast was only equivalent to the late stage of the Golden Core realm and posed no threat to him, this bird person was clearly not an ordinary demon soul. Zhang Ling became even more vigilant and released several sword lights from his hand.
"What? You want to attack? Your current situation isn't good. In a moment, when your spiritual power is exhausted, you will die in this Astral Wind."
"Do you have a way to escape this place?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ling didn't rush to attack and his gaze flickered a few times.
"That's natural."
The bird spirit rolled its eyes in a very human-like manner, flapped its wings a few times, and with a lift of its foot, a black light flashed, and it released a pitch-black bone claw.
Seeing the bone claw, Zhang Ling's expression froze for a moment, because this section of the bone claw was exactly the one he had pushed earlier. It was just that he was busy escaping for his life and didn't retrieve this treasure.
Now that he was caught in the spatial rift, he originally thought that this treasure had been lost outside. Now, it had been silently taken out by this bird spirit without him sensing anything.
"You and that woman dared to fight in an area with unstable space, and you even triggered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. You were really courting death. Fortunately, your strength isn't too strong. If you had triggered more spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you could have even caused a spatial collapse and formed a spatial storm. You would have all died without a chance of survival. If you want to live, fully activate these ancient giant's bone claws, and I will help you leave this place."
The bird spirit glanced at Zhang Ling and made a childish voice with a hint of sarcasm in its words.
Zhang Ling frowned, glanced at the endless black and white wind formations outside, and found that there was less than 20% of his spiritual power left in his body. The Xuan Turtle was also covered in cracks, and the black-silver shield it released was flickering and becoming extremely unstable.
It was almost unable to hold on.
Although he knew that this suddenly appearing bird spirit was a bit strange and would never save him for no reason.
But he had no confidence in escaping this area, and his own spiritual power wouldn't last long. No matter what strange things were going on, the most urgent task now was to leave this dangerous area first.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ling caught the pitch-black bone claw, carefully scanned it, and didn't find anything different. He injected spiritual power into the bone claw and activated it.
The bird spirit also flapped its wings and sprinkled a strange golden-blue light over Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling immediately noticed that most of the black and white wind formations that hit him were passing by the light, greatly reducing the pressure on him, and his figure was stabilized in the wind.
Then, under the command of the bird spirit, Zhang Ling rushed towards a direction and disappeared into the wind formations.
