At last, the tiger's roar faded away.
The area below the mountaintop returned to calm, yet Sikong Jing suddenly gave a bitter smile. Then, with a "Pwah," he spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body swaying as though he might collapse at any moment.
Grievous injuries, depleted true energy, and that newly comprehended, still-incomplete Heaven-Swallowing Tiger Roar had thoroughly worsened the injuries throughout his body. It had been a very long time since he had suffered such severe wounds.
"Sikong Genius!"
Seeing Sikong Jing's state, A Xie and A Xiang could no longer remain stunned in shock. They hurriedly rushed over and supported him.
At once, the two anxiously began asking him all sorts of questions...
From their earlier worry, to the exhilaration of Sikong Jing defeating Third Beauty, to the terror of a thousand spirit shadows besieging him and the shock of Sikong Jing shattering those thousand shadows, and finally to their current concern over his injuries—
Their emotions rose and fell like a roller coaster.
Sikong Jing gently shook his head and wiped the blood from his mouth again. "Don't worry. I'm not dead yet."
Though his injuries were severe, he recovered quickly as the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. He did not take them to heart.
Then Sikong Jing said in a low voice, "What we should be worrying about now isn't my injury. Our battle isn't over yet."
The moment those words fell, A Xie and A Xiang shuddered all over. It still wasn't over?
At that moment, Sikong Jing looked at A Xiang and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you came because you saw the battle on the mountain, right? I fought Thoughtless Third Beauty for two days and one night. Tell me, how many people do you think are hidden around us