The tiger demon man naturally continued to nod and smile along. Only after the three had left his sight did he turn back and look straight at Sikong Jing.
At this moment, the entire Demon-Scale Island remained steeped in oppression.
Including Yinlu and Big Ox, all the demonfolk were still sprawled on the ground because of that palm strike just now. Some had even fainted. Only Sikong Jing remained standing where he was, staring at the tiger demon man, Zhan Hu.
Yet neither human nor demonfolk noticed that beneath Sikong Jing's feet, pitch-black formation patterns were fading away.
Just now, he had certainly not been sitting there waiting to die.
He had long since unleashed Army-Slaying Formation patterns. In that instant, his formation patterns had nearly spread across all of Demon-Scale Island. At the slightest sign that something was wrong, the Army-Slaying Formation and Beast Slaughter Array would strike at the same time.
But he had not immediately unleashed them. Instead, he had been gambling—gambling that the tiger demon man would stop Elder Ruan.
Although Sikong Jing's beast meridians were now withered and his human meridians were still weak, his spirit shadow power remained.
He had already observed the realms of those two men and the beast demonfolk earlier.
Elder Ruan was at the Emperor Martial Stage Venerable Realm, while the young man was at the Spirit Martial Stage Heavenly King Realm.
But the tiger demon man was the strongest of the three.
He was actually an Emperor Realm existence. Therefore, Sikong Jing knew very well that if the tiger demon man acted, he could easily stop Elder Ruan.
And why had Sikong Jing gambled on him acting? Because he too was demonfolk.
He gambled that the man could not bear to watch a so-called genius black-scale demonfolk like himself