At this moment, Bright Dragon Stronghold should have intelligence concerning the Eastern Plains Northern Lands. There might even be people from the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land he could capture and interrogate. Yet this sudden sense of danger made a cold gleam flash through Sikong Jing's eyes...
It was as though Bright Dragon Stronghold before him had turned into a terrifying abyss of hell, ready to swallow him whole.
Sikong Jing made his decision at once. "Forget it... Armor-Splitting, we're leaving."
Since he had caught the scent of danger, Sikong Jing naturally would not risk entering Bright Dragon Stronghold again. Instead, he immediately detoured away.
Yet just as he had the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion frantically soar northward... BOOM!
That terrifying dangerous aura had already discovered him, blasting out savagely from the direction of Bright Dragon Stronghold...
In that instant, every hair on Sikong Jing's body stood on end.
He instinctively turned his head back, then said in a low voice, "That dangerous aura belongs to a Saint Martial Stage powerhouse—and an utterly terrifying one at that. It is absolutely someone beyond Murong Grand Heaven Duel."
Since the dangerous aura had already burst forth, Sikong Jing naturally made his judgment at the first possible moment.
And he was not overly surprised. The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land's objective in attacking the Beiheng Sword Formation was him, Sikong Devil—to lure him back to the Eastern Plains Northern Lands. It was only natural for them to set a trap for him at Bright Dragon Stronghold.
Bright Dragon Stronghold was a road he had no choice but to pass through.
But Sikong Jing immediately calmed down again and said, "Armor-Splitting, merge with me in rider-beast unity. We'll use spatial folding and get away from Bright Dragon Stronghold first."
In an instant, man and beast merged as