Yet the answer they got was that they did not know. They were demon beasts, and this was, after all, a method of the human race.
But one fierce beast replied, "Though we don't know, humans do indeed possess similar secret arts. I've seen one before, but the spell must be cast shortly after death for the resurrection to succeed."
Another fierce beast said, "I remember now too. This sort of secret art seems to be called a demonic-path method among you humans."
Hearing this explanation, Sikong Jing's beast-shaped spirit shadow nodded...
But he did not take the words "demonic-path method" too seriously, because he did not know where that fierce beast had seen it. Besides, the human race in every place defined the demonic path differently.
The doubts in Sikong Jing's heart deepened.
If the Thousand Kings Holy Tower possessed such a terrifying method, they should not have been so shocked by his previous resurrection from death.
Yet at the time, everyone had displayed immense horror.
"Perhaps this is the Thousand Kings young master's own method. Even Pei Kuang may not know about it," Sikong Jing silently concluded.
Just then, Pei Yupo's voice finally rang out in the room again...
"Quick, take me away!"
It was still the same thing he had said before dying—telling Sikong Jing to hurry and take him away.
But just after shouting it, Pei Yupo opened his eyes. His gaze immediately froze, and his entire face went blank.
He saw that the person before him had somehow become Pei Yusheng.
He was still lying on the ground, his mouth hanging open as he stared at his youngest brother. His head buzzed violently, and when he saw Pei Yusheng's youthful face wearing a half-smile, a tide of chill swept through his entire body.
Of course,