The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Translator: Raz P., White Sky

"This boy is really not afraid of death." Ji Ying slightly knit his brows and looked at the human teenager who was still strong-mindedly pushing forward.

Even though Li Xiaowei had avoided all the fatal blows in the attacks just now, the accumulated injuries in his body were equally deadly. Even if the two did not make any more moves, judging from the injuries and blood loss of the teenager right now, he would die before long if he were not treated in time.

But even so, he still wanted to fight?

Knowing that he was not their opponent, he still had no plans to escape. Was this guy really insane?

"Boy, you are no match for us. You can't keep protecting this resurrection array. If you don't want to die, get out of there. The other devil generals will come soon. Even if you stay there, you can't stop all of us." Tian Jue frowned, his hands stained with human blood. At this moment, he did intend to spend any more time with this human teenager.

In his eyes, Li Xiaowei was already a dead man.

A dying man who even needed the support of a bow to stand up was not qualified to elicit an attack from him.

"Ha, then try and kill me." Instead of stepping back, Li Xiaowei continued to move forward. He didn't stop until he got out of the resurrection array. On his handsome face soaked with blood, those bright and persistent eyes did not display the slightest fear.

"Are you seeking your own death?" Tian Jue narrowed his eyes.

Li Xiaowei smiled and simply sat cross-legged on the ground. A great deal of blood loss caused his strength to lapse and he could no longer even stand up. His gasping for big mouthfuls of air and the violent undulation of his chest seemed to confirm Tian Jue's guess.

This teenager would really die shortly.

"In that case, I will help you." Tian Jue's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. They no longer had time to tangle with this young man. The array had reached the final stage. They would never let this resurrection array be completed.

Li Xiaowei did not say a word. He placed his bloodstained bow between his knees and slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of wind was circulating in Li Xiaowei's ears. He seemed to have sensed the roar of the strong wind. Clearly, he had closed his eyes, but he could feel the image of Tian Jue cutting through the breeze from the sound of the wind, charging at him.

"Wind, rise." A whisper overflowed from Li Xiaowei's lips.

In a flash, strong tornadoes rose from all around him!

Sand and stones were caught up in the violent tornadoes. The turbid tornadoes were so towering that they reached the sky.

The wind whistled in his ear and Li Xiaowei suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of Tian Jue's sword was already about to reach his eyebrows.

However, the next second, Tian Jue was suddenly thrown out by a fierce tornado!

"How is this possible!" Tian Jue steadied himself after being sent flying backwards. He looked at the ferocious tornadoes in surprise. In those tornadoes, he felt a familiar aura.

Wind God!

"You can't step into the resurrection array." Li Xiaowei sat calmly on the ground, his firm eyes shining brightly against the color of blood.

"Damn it! How could you use the Wind God's skill?" Tian Jue stared at the human teenager in front of him in disbelief. The aura of the Wind God was too strong. If it weren't for the teenager's blood, filled with the aura of a human, he really would think that the young man sitting in front of him was the reincarnation of the Wind God!

"I still have a lot more tricks. You can take your time to experience them." Li Xiaowei raised his hand slightly, blood dripping from his fingertips, but with his actions, ten more or so tornadoes formed around him, and the roar of the wind seemed to tear the space apart!