Xiang Beifei vaguely understood why breath soil was so important.
In this void, there is a strange tearing force everywhere, specifically devouring spiritual power.
For cultivators like them, it’s not that they cannot fly in the air, but flying purely by themselves consumes a large amount of spiritual power.
Only breath soil can resist void power, so it’s understandable why two masters of the Immortal Realm are fighting over this small piece of land.
The two masters of the Immortal Realm are still fighting fiercely over there, but Xiang Beifei couldn’t be bothered. This matter doesn’t concern him much, so he silently crept onto the small island, knocked on it with his hand, and observed the island.
The breath soil on the island has some remnants of a formation, which has already shattered. The edges look fragmented, as if it fell from somewhere.
The breath soil making up the island is the same as that in the desert, possessing strong resistance, and outsiders are hard-pressed to control it.
The resistance is not as intense as that controlled by Kongcheng, presumably it was refined by someone, but later, for some reason, it became ownerless. To control this island, it needs to be refined again.
Of course, for Xiang Beifei, controlling this island is just a wave of his hand, effortless.
However, he wasn’t very interested, after all, the breath soil he has nurtured over the years is enormous, millions of times that of this island; such a small thing doesn’t concern him.
The remnants of the formation on the island are quite powerful. Despite He Yunfang and Ying Changhong’s fierce battle, the strong shock waves couldn’t destroy this small island.
The breath soil on the island is very hard, inherently indestructible. The previous owner who refined it was at least a master of the Immortal Realm, not easily shattered.
However, the shock waves have blown the island away, swaying like a small boat in a stormy sea.
Ying Changhong and He Yunfang reveal their divine true forms, clashing with each other. In the void, the majestic eagle’s true form clearly suppresses the elegant white crane’s true form. The violent aura rolls forth, causing the whole void to tremble.
The battle reached a fever pitch; Ying Changhong’s divine true form was evidently stronger. Even in the wilderness, eagles are cranes’ nemesis. After several exchanges, the crane could no longer maintain its elegant posture, being forced to retreat repeatedly.
With a burst, the golden eagle transformed into a stream of light, swooping from afar, slammed into the crane, directly blasting a bloody hole in its chest.
The crane’s form couldn’t withstand the blow, its true form showing visible cracks, appearing heavily injured.
"He Yunfang, you will never be my match! I could ruin your father then, naturally, I could kill you too. I’ll gladly take over your territory!"
Ying Changhong laughed triumphantly, the golden light on his body radiating like golden flames burning in the void, the majestic true form exuding a grand oppression.
"Eagle soaring high!"
The golden eagle transformed into a stream of light, seemingly piercing through the void, arriving before He Yunfang in an instant.
Ying Changhong’s true form is very powerful, his intent to kill is evident. If he kills He Yunfang here, not only can he seize this small island, but also He Yunfang’s territory!
"Ying Changhong, you attacked my father with despicable means. Today, I will make you pay!"
He Yunfang felt extreme anger at the thought. He had a deadly feud with Ying Changhong. For the contested breath soil land, his father was treacherously injured by Ying Changhong, and he’s remembered this debt ever since.
But Ying Changhong’s strength was always superior to his, leaving him with no hope for revenge.
"Make me pay? You’re out of luck!"
Ying Changhong sneered repeatedly, unleashing another wave of golden spiritual power that crashed onto He Yunfang!
He Yunfang’s true form kept retreating, under the pressure of the Golden Eagle, his aura weakened, and the cracks on his true form began spreading, nearing collapse.
On the other side, Xiaohei squatted on a rock, wagging its tail, asking Xiang Beifei, should he help?
Xiang Beifei shrugged, saying, "Who do you think will win?"
Erha rolled his eyes beside him, howling, "Is there even a need to ask? Definitely the big fly."
Ying Changhong’s strength is very formidable, overpowering He Yunfang. He Yunfang’s true form has suffered this much damage, another hit will shatter his soul!
Xiang Beifei shook his head slightly, smiling without speaking.
The golden flames of the soaring eagle collided with He Yunfang’s true form, directly shattering the cracked true form into fragments!
"Haha, killing you wasn’t easy either."
Ying Changhong looked at the sky full of white fragments, laughing even more arrogantly.
Yet at this moment, those white fragments suddenly burst forth with white light, which then enveloped the golden flames. Following that, the void echoed with the sound of cranes crying.
The cries of cranes filled every corner, making it impossible to discern their presence.
Ying Changhong felt something was wrong, frowning slightly. But suddenly, white crane shadows darted from all around, like swords, piercing him!