At this moment, countless birds shot into the sky...
Terrified out of their wits, they fled at breakneck speed, but most were caught on the spot by the Saint Martial blade radiance and shattered into pulp.
At the same time, throughout the forest centered on Holy Tomb Gorge, countless trees toppled one after another. The earth shook, cracks opening one after another, stretching an unknown distance before finally coming to a stop.
Underground, Sikong Jing suddenly paused his discussion of the Dao and said, "Armor-Splitting, speed up. Hold on!"
The Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion had only just left the gorge's range, yet it was naturally struck by the enormous aftereffects as well. Its entire body was trembling.
Had Sikong Jing not been there, it would surely have been suppressed in an instant by the pressure of the Saint Martial Stage, its speed slowing dramatically.
Even if it did not die, it would have suffered severe injuries. But Sikong Jing was the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, while Liu Duoye had also been at the Saint Martial Stage in life. Thus, they feared none of Pei Chang's pressure and shielded the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion from it.
The Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion therefore condensed its demon power and magic power to withstand the surrounding shockwaves, continuing to accelerate madly as it fled the Saint Martial might.
Along the way, they watched cracks continuously split open around them—a sight terrifying beyond measure...
But after blocking the pressure, neither Liu Duoye nor Sikong Jing paid any further attention to it. They continued their calm discussion of the Dao.
As though even at the brink of life and death, they remained utterly composed.
Liu Duoye truly had little time left, and naturally, Sikong Jing could not allow her final hope to be dashed.
In another direction,