Of course, before slipping into the shadows, Sikong Jing also struck the Canglin Emperor—who had long since been knocked unconscious on the ground—dead with a single palm.
Yet Sikong Jing altered the power within that palm strike, turning it into the pure aura of Willow Leaf Holy Manor. He wanted to disguise this room as the scene of Ye Wucan hastily fleeing after killing someone.
Once that was done, Sikong Jing did not move far from the room. There was no time for that either.
The Wind Thunder Roaring Beast was incomparably fast and had already entered the skies above the small city.
The area around this room had also been completely shrouded by the terrifying demonic power of the Saint Martial Stage. Even if Sikong Jing transformed his aura into that of a small demon beast, he would have to break out of the shroud first, which would be extremely risky.
Under the suppression of a Saint Martial Stage demon beast's power, ordinary small demon beasts could not even move.
Thus, Sikong Jing secretly transformed his aura into that of a Little Demon Bug, like some tiny demon insect clinging to the wall, unable to budge.
Rumble...
Suddenly, the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's enormous body descended into the manor like lightning. The people in the small city could not see it at all; at most, they could only see a bolt of lightning striking the manor.
Immediately afterward, soft footsteps rang out. A thin, diminutive figure appeared outside the door.
"Brother Yupo, it's me, Yusheng. I've brought the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast to save you."
A childish voice sounded from beyond the door, but it immediately turned puzzled. "Why haven't you rushed out in delight?"
Logically, the arrival of the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast should have made Pei Yupo,