The next moment... Whoosh, whoosh!
The two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows that had been blasted away descended again.
The beast spirit shadows were simply too chaotic. After circling around once, they could no longer find Sikong Jing.
Before long, Sikong Jing discovered that the two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows suddenly said nothing and flashed off in separate directions, erupting with waves of spirit-shadow power...
Then, an inconceivable scene crashed into Sikong Jing's view.
Under the power released by the two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows, the beast shadows instantly split into two forces and, under the command and control of the two spirit shadows, began a great battle.
The divided beast shadows slaughtered one another madly...
Buried beneath the earth, Sikong Jing stared blankly at the scene.
He could not help muttering, "They really are two armies. The battle these demonic beasts fought in life was madness taken to the extreme. What sort of commander could make the beasts hate each other so fiercely?"
"The two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows' earlier wariness toward this beast battlefield wasn't fear. It was instinct—they simply didn't wish to disturb their rest, was it?"
After all, since they could command beast spirit shadows into battle, the two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows certainly were not afraid.
As time passed, Sikong Jing could clearly see from the slaughter between the beast shadows on both sides that they truly would not rest until one side was dead.
Even though only spirit shadows remained after death, under the command of the two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows, the beasts on both sides seemed to bear the hatred of a murdered father and a stolen wife. They would not stop until they had viciously bitten the other side to death...
The hatred and slaughter between