Of course, Sikong Jing had no intention of telling the people of the Yao Residence about his ability to control the entire battlefield for now.
Otherwise, they would lose the feeling of undergoing a trial of life and death. Sikong Jing now intended to force their growth, forging a hundred-man battle squad for the Yao Residence that would never again be looked down upon.
In the blink of an eye, two quarters of an hour passed.
Sikong Jing still stood where he was without moving, still controlling the little demon beasts and commanding the overall situation. At least during these two quarters of an hour, not a single person from the Yao Residence had faced mortal danger. Every one of them was improving amid the frenzied slaughter.
Until then... chirp chirp.
A little demon bird rapidly circled above Sikong Jing's head, crying out. Sikong Jing merely raised his head slightly before vanishing from his spot in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already beside a Yao Residence guard who was being besieged by dozens of people...
Boom...
With a single halberd strike, he slew the dozens of attackers on the spot.
Only after every one of them suddenly collapsed did the Yao Residence guard turn around blankly, his mouth falling open in disbelief.
With vacant eyes, he cried, "S-Sir Sikong."
He had just thought he was going to die here, yet Sikong Jing had unexpectedly appeared at the critical moment and saved his life.
Sikong Jing merely smiled faintly and asked, "Are you all right?"
"You used your Iron-Wing Sky-Soaring Spear incorrectly just now. When facing a group assault, you should retreat first before soaring into the air, borrowing force from the spear-wing's momentum to meet the enemy..."
Sikong Jing did not waste words. He went straight to the