Sikong Jing did not particularly want to borrow the strength of the people around him. After all, their power was limited—far from enough to deal with the Martial Cry Battle Team. Besides, the range within which he could forcibly control troops was currently too restricted.
Therefore, what he truly intended to borrow was the power of the various demon beasts around them.
The people nearby were merely there to conceal the demon beasts' power. As for controlling those demon beasts, it was no longer forced control—because Sikong Jing was the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts!
Boom...
Sikong Jing's massive spear collided viciously with the golden giant fist, and the violent blast shook all directions.
Then, spear and fist both vanished between heaven and earth...
In the distance, Duanmu Chun, who had already arrived at Old Xiu's area, instinctively furrowed his brow. Looking toward the explosion, he muttered inwardly, "What happened again? Why does it feel like another battle-killing formation is clashing?"
The distance was a little too great, and Duanmu Chun could not sense it clearly...
Chaos District Eight was also extraordinarily vast. With the power of Duanmu Chun's current spirit platform sea of consciousness, he could not clearly reach all the way from its edge to the courtyard where Sikong Jing was.
But the next moment, he had no time to worry about that, because the Qianyuan Military Domain had already flashed into view before him.
At the same time, all manner of cries for help rang out.
"Grand Overlord Commander, save us! We can't control our own bodies anymore!"
At this moment, the ones forming the Qianyuan Military Domain before him were members of the Eastern Overlord's White Wild Battle Team. Old Xiu had forcibly taken control of their troops.
Seeing this, Duanmu Chun's face darkened as he