Yao Yulou's forceful, resolute voice made everyone pull back their gazes.
Led by Yao Yulou, they continued charging toward Wind Thunder City. No matter what had become of Young Master Sikong, his obstruction of Pei Kuang was already over. The Thousand Kings' experts would soon give chase.
If they did not leave now, they would die here.
Inside Thousand Kings Holy City, Pei Kuang still stared fixedly at the bloody fragments of the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast, which had been blasted to pieces.
Pei Kuang's spirit-shadow power swept wildly outward, as though he intended to find Sikong Jing's whereabouts among the bloody fragments and the surrounding area. He did not believe Sikong Jing had died so easily. It was highly likely that, at the instant he had been blasted apart, he had already left the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's body.
Just as Pei Kuang was observing... buzz!
A spirit shadow suddenly appeared. It was unmistakably the spirit shadow of the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast.
"I'm dead. I actually died... Aaaahhh!"
The Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's spirit shadow let out wave after wave of roars. It had finally regained its consciousness, but it had paid for it with its death. Now, only its spirit shadow remained, struggling on the verge of extinction.
Pei Kuang immediately reacted and pounced forward to ask, "Where is Sikong Little Devil? Was he really blasted into scraps?"
Pei Kuang's spirit-shadow power had not discovered Sikong Jing anywhere nearby.
The Wind Thunder Roaring Beast's spirit shadow said blankly, "Even my demonic body was reduced to scraps. How could he possibly still be alive? Before the formation's power came down, he never left my beast body..."
At that point, the Roaring Beast's spirit shadow suddenly froze, as if it had thought of something wrong.
It secretly thought...
"No,