The deeper they went into the mountains, the more treacherous the terrain would become and the stronger the demon beasts would grow. The hundred thousand troops would struggle with every step and, in the end, be surrounded and annihilated by Xia Kingdom's millions-strong army.
Yet Sikong Jing ignored Xia Dielian. Instead, he squeezed out a drop of blood and handed it to Sui Yu beside him.
Then, Sui Yu wrapped the blood in his Transcendent true qi and drove it into the earth.
No one noticed the small movements the two made.
And all along the way, Sikong Jing and Sui Yu had made such small movements at every interval.
Even Sui Yu himself did not know what Sikong Jing was planning.
Before they knew it, it was the fifth day since they had entered the Dark Dragon Mountains.
Sikong Jing and the others had already ventured deep into the Dark Dragon Mountains. At last, the millions-strong Xia Kingdom army caught up with them.
The terrifying aura bore down so heavily that the hundred thousand soldiers could barely breathe.
In less than half an hour, they would be surrounded by the millions of Xia Kingdom troops.
"Sikong Jing, at a time like this, are you still refusing to give up resisting?" Xia Dielian, still a hostage, spoke again.
Everyone watched Sikong Jing. Every one of them was already exhausted beyond measure; they no longer wanted to resist either.
It truly was moths flying into a flame, truly eggs thrown against a rock.
As Xia Dielian had said all along the way, the Xia Kingdom army was even treating them as playthings, using the Dark Dragon Mountains to drill their troops.
If they had not feared that, once Sikong Jing fell completely into despair, he would abandon the hundred thousand troops