With his eyes closed, Sikong Jing's mind continuously flashed through his understanding of the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram, which he then kept adding into his own Beast Slaughter Array, combining it with his efforts to withstand the assassin-like barrage of ten thousand blades...
Several times, the turtle shell above them was pierced through, yet Sikong Jing still formed the array at the most perilous moments and blocked the attacks.
The originally utterly monotonous turtle shell also gradually began to change as he grew more familiar with the surrounding beasts and the Beast Slaughter Array... now this side's defense was stronger, now that side's was stronger, gradually achieving a near-perfect defense.
Such changes also greatly reduced the depletion of the beasts' demonic power.
As the defense grew ever more powerful, Sikong Jing's confidence steadily increased, and his gaze became ever firmer.
Opposite him, Wan Tonghui was frantic with anxiety because he could not break through Sikong Jing's defense.
"That little beast from the Eastern Plains is still improving his battle-killing power, and his battle array master level has likely surpassed anything we imagined."
"He is, at the very least, a battle-grade battle array master at the pinnacle of the ultimate level."
Third Grandpa Wan's old eyes gradually reddened as well.
Wan Tonghui's entire body shook violently at those words, the fear and urgency in his eyes growing ever thicker. "Then what do we do? There's almost no time left."
Hearing that, Third Grandpa Wan clenched his aged fists. "We can't wait any longer. I'll now shatter that little beast from the Eastern Plains' defense by using a suicidal method, then send Spirit Martial Stage experts inside to assassinate him."
The moment he finished speaking, Third Grandpa Wan roared again, "Ten Thousand Blades Battle-Killing Formation, Mad Annihilation Slash!"
Under his control, **boom, boom,