"Your flag has already been taken by this dragon clan member. With his ability in controlling the formation, he will only pull further and further ahead of me. Since I won't be able to hold onto this flag sooner or later, I might as well make a desperate fight to the death while I still have the ability. Those withered tribes of ours in the past did not stem entirely from wars with foreign races, but rather from having the ancient blood curse within us triggered after losing the heritage formation flag, which eventually led to the depletion of our bloodlines."
King Shizhi let out a bitter, desolate laugh. "Now I shall trigger the might of this forbidden curse. Even if my soul doesn't scatter, the best result for me will be to become nothing more than a formation spirit. At least after I sacrifice myself, the tribe will no longer suffer the ravages of the ancient blood curse."
"In the past, I looked down on you to some extent—a minor demon who rose from humble origins with a bloodline that wasn't noble enough. Even later on, as our friendship grew closer, I still harbored a certain pride. Now it seems I fall far short of you in many ways."
The Thunder-Crowned Peacock sighed. At this moment, he was subjugated within the formation flag, and the most he could do was exchange a few words with King Shizhi, even needing to constantly alter his position while conversing to avoid being caught red-handed by Lu Xiaotian.
As for trying to use the formation flag to trigger the forbidden curse to annihilate the enemy like King Shizhi did, relying solely on his Primordial Spirit was completely out of the question.
An extremely terrifying pressure squeezed in from all directions, pervasive and indiscriminate.