At this moment, Sikong Jing had no idea why the two Emperor Martial spirit shadows had taken him as prey. They even seemed intent on capturing him alive, seeing as they had blasted Er Yan away to protect him.
He was utterly bewildered, but Sikong Jing knew he could not stay. He had to run.
Otherwise, in his currently injured state, he likely would not be able to withstand the frenzied attacks of two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows. No matter what, he needed to find time to recover from his injuries. Besides, staying would also affect the Elder Family members.
Zhang Duiyi and his sister, along with A Xie and the others at the Spirit Battle Realm, would be fine.
But if this continued, the other Elder Family members, who were merely at the War Martial Realm, would have their spirit platforms shattered by the spillover of the spirit shadows' power.
Thus, Sikong Jing turned and ran, accelerating away with the power of the Blood Devour Dragon Pearl.
As for the direction, he could not care less.
In an instant, the two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows whipped around. They no longer spared Er Yan another glance and immediately gave chase in Sikong Jing's direction, their speed naturally reaching the utmost extreme.
Yet as they pursued him, the two frequently grappled with each other.
This gave Sikong Jing a chance to escape. While accelerating, he circulated his true energy throughout his body to heal his injuries.
"What exactly is on me that caught their attention?"
"The bloodline of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts?"
"Impossible. They were human in life, so they could not possibly sense the aura of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. Then what is it?"
As Sikong Jing ran, his thoughts spun wildly.
Yet even