At the utterance of "King," the war general's spirit shadow surged in force, completely encircling Third Beauty's spiritual platform consciousness sea. Yet it did not crash into her spiritual platform consciousness sea.
Because the King's command had only been to follow her, not to kill her. It only needed to keep her under control.
At this moment, the war general's spirit shadow's instinctive will seemed to boil over.
If it still had a heart, it would surely have been burning with unprecedented fervor. The instant Sikong Jing fused with his beast martial form, the creature, left with nothing but instinct, had completely confirmed it.
Sikong Jing was the King. He carried the King's aura.
And what was the King? It was precisely the aura of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts that the Two-Horned War Demon Tiger and Lord Black Demon had once allowed it to sense.
Thus, the moment Sikong Jing gave the order to restrain Third Beauty, the war general's spirit shadow acted without the slightest hesitation.
Because the King's command could not be defied.
And when Sikong Jing fused with his beast martial form, it was no longer lost or wondering whether it should obey the Two-Horned War Demon Tiger's orders. Its instincts told it that the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' command was unquestionably more important.
"King? What exactly is going on?"
Third Beauty's spiritual platform consciousness sea was surrounded by the spirit-shadow power of the second major realm of the Emperor Martial Stage, leaving her utterly unable to move.
Yet her heart was filled with confusion and frenzy.
Unfortunately, the war general's spirit shadow could no longer answer her questions.
On the other side, above the pitch-black secluded pool, Sikong Jing cut through the water and said, "First Beauty, die!"
A pair of illusory black