Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

After leaving the skirmishers, Xin Yang did not dare to delay. He immediately released the wind element and shuttled through the maze-like passages and rooms at an astonishing speed.

After an intense search, Xinyang finally found a place that looked like a prison cell. When he got closer, he saw Thomas locked inside.

"Xinyang! Why are you here?" When Thomas saw Xinyang, a hint of surprise and joy flashed in his eyes, but then he showed a look of worry. "There is something very wrong with this factory. I was just passing by, but was drawn in by a mysterious force. By the time I realized the danger, it was too late. I watched several warriors being swallowed by the black fog here, and when I tried to escape, I was discovered by a man who claimed to be a skirmisher. I was no match for him, and after being defeated by him, I was locked here. Before he finds you, go and report the situation to the head of the family..."

Xinyang ignored Thomas' words, grasping the long sword and swinging it vigorously, instantly cutting off the shackles on Thomas' body. "Elder Thomas, stop talking, I was sent by Lingren to rescue you. I will hold off the stragglers later, you take this opportunity to run!"

"No, we'll go together later."

Xin Yang shook his head. "Come on, Thomas. Staying here will only cause more trouble given your current physical condition. Don't you still not believe in my strength? I've already cleared out the Fatui advance team on the first few floors here. When I fight him later, you'll have to run away. Understand?"

Thomas hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Okay, Xinyang, I'll leave it to you. I'll report the situation here to the Patriarch as soon as possible and bring reinforcements."

The two walked forward cautiously and soon saw the stragglers who had broken free from their restraints and were looking for Xinyang.

Then Thomas stepped on the damned branch. (Don't ask why the branch was there; the author left it there.)

As expected, the scattered soldiers heard the noise and spotted the two men, immediately charging at them. Xin Yang followed closely behind, brandishing his West Wind Sword to engage.

"Why are you pestering me instead of going to Dortore to confront him?"

"Hmph, I will kill you today! As for Dotore, he can't escape either!" The skirmisher replied with gritted teeth, and at the same time kicked out with great force.

Xinyang did not dare to delay and quickly raised his hand to block, but even so, the huge impact force still made him feel a sharp pain in his arm.

"You can actually withstand my attack... But this is just the beginning." A sneer appeared on the corner of the soldier's mouth, and then he jumped up and swung out several sharp lightning bolts in the air.

However, to Xinyang's surprise, these lightning bolts were not of the wind element. Xinyang was slightly stunned, but he quickly recovered and, with his agility, cleverly dodged the lightning bolts.

Xinyang pondered, "It's not the wind element..." However, at this moment, he had no time to think too much. Facing the powerful attack of the skirmishers, offense was the best defense. So, Xinyang gripped the West Wind Sword tightly, ready to launch a counterattack.

Xinyang condensed the wind element on the West Wind Sword and slashed at the skirmisher several times when he was attacked. The skirmisher emitted lightning all over his body to resist the wind blade.

Xin Yang was about to step forward and engage the skirmisher in close combat, but the skirmisher seemed to have anticipated the situation. The lightning flashes around him not only didn't weaken, but actually intensified. The area where Xin Yang was located was instantly surrounded by lightning.

Despite Xinyang's extremely fast speed, he still inevitably suffered some minor injuries.

Seeing Xinyang injured, Sanbing became even more frantic. He laughed wildly, "Hahahahahaha, ants should always submit to me!"

At this point, Xin Yang also began to get serious. A sudden gust of wind swept in, tightly enveloping the soldiers. Xin Yang repeatedly stepped into the air to accelerate, his figure moving like lightning, and in a flash, he was behind the soldiers. He held the West Wind Sword in hand and stabbed the soldiers in the back.

The soldier's reaction was extremely quick. He quickly fell forward, not only successfully neutralizing Xinyang's attack, but also kicking out a kick that hit Xinyang's vital point. Xinyang quickly raised his sword to block the attack.

"Huh, are these the only tricks you can pull off?" Sanbing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

Xin Yang just smiled slightly, "What about this."

As soon as he finished speaking, several huge tornadoes suddenly emerged from all around the skirmishers, quickly surrounding them like a flood and a beast. Furthermore, these tornadoes were mixed with countless sharp wind blades, whistling and sweeping towards the skirmishers.

Facing this sudden attack, Sanbing once again emitted a dazzling lightning flash around him, attempting to block Xinyang's wind blade. However, this time the lightning flash failed to do so and was instead suppressed by the wind blade, severely restricting Sanbing's movements.

"It's a tornado! Its high-speed rotation increases the power of your wind blade several times!" The soldier thought to himself.

By this time, Xinyang had sheathed his West Wind Sword and had condensed the power of the wind element into a massive bow. While the skirmishers were trying their best to block the wind blades, Xinyang drew the bowstring to its full length and unleashed an arrow condensed with the powerful force of the wind element.

The arrow flew forward like lightning, carrying a fierce momentum, heading straight for the vital point of the scattered soldier.

However, before the arrows could hit the skirmishers, they were enveloped by the black fog and lost their power.

"Haha, I really underestimated you." With a sneer of contempt, the black mist, as if possessed of life, quickly converged on the scattered soldiers. In the blink of an eye, the once ferocious tornado was easily broken.

Seeing this scene, Xinyang showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

The Skirmisher laughed wildly and unrestrainedly: "Hahahahaha! Do you know why I was sent to guard the Evil Eye Factory? Because I have no heart! The demon god's resentment can only trap me temporarily. And I am about to become the new god! Even the demon god's remnant will have to bow down to me! Hahahahahahaha!"

The soldier's body was completely enveloped in black mist, emitting a frightening and ominous aura. His laughter echoed in the air.

Suddenly, the black mist, like a ferocious beast, lunged at Xinyang with its fangs and claws bared. "I'll let you experience what it's like to be entangled in the demon god's resentment."

Xinyang was horrified and quickly dodged to the side, but before he knew it, his feet had been firmly entangled by the black mist.

Xinyang thought to himself that something was wrong and tried to break free, but the black fog was like iron chains, tightly wrapped around his feet, making it impossible for him to move at all.

The black mist went straight into Xinyang's body.