Sikong Jing wanted to comprehend the meridians of the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast before the Thousand Prison Tower exploded, thereby gaining a fourth Sacred Martial meridian.
Then he would see whether he could advance directly to the Venerable Realm.
Thus, every sword strike he made now, every time he touched the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast, was for the sake of observing and imprinting the latter's meridians.
As long as he completely imprinted the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's meridians, his goal would be achieved.
Sikong Jing did not care at all about the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's mockery.
For the third time, he entered the turtle-shell cage. For the third time, he struck with his sword, scratching an itch. Then came the fourth, fifth, sixth time...
He repeated the same action again and again, seeing more and more of the meridians within the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast.
Meanwhile, the surrounding powerhouses looked at one another...
They had figured it out. The Frost Swordsman demon's formation could only trap the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast, so the Frost Swordsman was now desperately trying to kill the Roaring Beast—but it seemed utterly useless?
At that moment, one powerhouse said, "This Frost Swordsman demon truly has admirable spirit. He refuses to give up."
A second onlooking powerhouse sneered. "Admirable my ass. It looks like he has no other means left. If he can't kill the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast by risking his life, then his death day will come."
Everyone nodded at those words. If he had other methods, he would have used them long ago. Why would he need to do this over and over again?
A third powerhouse asked coldly, "Should we make a move and help the Roaring Beast?"
Upon hearing this, everyone slowly raised their hands, pointing at Sikong Jing one