"This time, we can't kill Pei Kuang."
"Unless you can use this demonic power to temporarily reach the Divine Martial Stage, Pei Kuang won't die."
Su Beiheng's voice sounded softly beside Sikong Jing's ear...
"When Pei Kuang is about to die, he will surely summon that terrifying One-Claw Domain demon beast—or perhaps the dreadful mysterious power behind that beast. So this time, let me, a man already dead, do it."
"I can't kill Pei Kuang either, but I can let you see exactly what lies behind him."
"Then, you'll be able to truly deal with it."
Having said that, Su Beiheng turned back around and stared directly at Pei Kuang in the distance beyond the formation, his body gleaming with golden swords.
Sikong Jing's pupils had already constricted tightly...
With his current realm, entering demonification naturally could not bring him to the Divine Martial Stage—unless he had no intention of turning back, unless he madly devoured every kind of power. But then, the Pure Spirit Heart's two chances would be gone for good.
And he would become a Blood Devour Magic Beast forever, becoming the greatest calamity in the world.
"A-Jing, from the moment I died, my spiritual shadow has remained within this body."
"I have watched the changes in your homeland all along. I also heard everything you told me before."
This referred to the recent changes in the Central Plains that Sikong Jing had spoken of while drinking after returning to the center of the sword formation, as well as the circumstances of Su Yuexi and the others. Su Beiheng already understood all of it completely.
Thus, his face once again revealed a look utterly free of regret. He then said in a low voice, "A-Jing, you've truly done very well—far, far better than I did back then.