Commander Dark Wing came from the powerful Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce. He could originally have ignored whether everyone lived or died, needing only to wear down the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall's attacks and strength. Yet he had risked himself to save them all.
Such a figure was, of course, worthy of everyone's allegiance.
In short, everyone made up their minds not to give up, determined to fight to the death.
Looking at Sect Master Zhang and all the so-called refugees in disguise, Sikong Jing suddenly asked again, "Who can control the Bloodforged Army-Slaying Formation?"
At once, an old man stepped forward and said that he knew the Bloodforged Army-Slaying Formation.
Sikong Jing immediately nodded. "You will take over my Bloodforged Army-Slaying Formation and provide cover for my escape from the city."
The reason Sikong Jing had deployed the Bloodforged Army-Slaying Formation was, naturally, also for this purpose—to have someone cover his departure from the city.
After all, the Bloodforged Army-Slaying Formation was widespread throughout the Central Plains, and many military formation masters had studied it...
Just like the old man who had stepped forward before them.
Just like that, Sikong Jing made a brief handover of the Bloodforged Army-Slaying Formation with the old man, and before long, the formation came under the old man's control.
Immediately after... Boom!
Sikong Jing suddenly took out another long spear and thrust it into the ground, smashing out a deep pit with brutal force. He then stood before the pit and looked again at Sect Master Zhang and the others, saying heavily, "Remember—do your best to stay alive!"
Yet just as Sikong Jing finished speaking, blood suddenly trickled from beneath the edge of his Dark Wing mask.
The sight instantly froze Sect Master Zhang and the others' expressions, sending them into a panic.