Before Sikong Jing could react, the powerful force of the Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation had already gathered over Teng Yue's entire body, then instantly enveloped the young man attacking from behind.
Once it was done, Teng Yue sneered. "Explode!"
"Waaah..."
Caught completely off guard, the young man let out a miserable scream. His body was on the verge of being torn to pieces in an instant.
Fortunately, Fifth Sect Master Chai Ren struck at that very moment... Boom!
With a thunderous blast, Teng Yue's Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation was instantly scattered by him. The demonfolk around them, whose formation patterns had been forcibly linked together, cried out as they staggered back one after another. Some even dropped straight to the ground.
Clearly, the demonfolk had been blasted back by the collision of two forces.
Teng Yue, meanwhile, did not care, even though threads of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth...
He merely turned back to look at the young man lying on the ground like a dead dog, then cackled sinisterly. "Junior Brother Bian, even with me shackled, you nearly got killed by me. Next time you go licking that bitch Chai's boots, be more careful. Don't get too impulsive."
After saying that, Teng Yue laughed three times and continued forward, supporting each other with Ying Sanmeng.
"Pwah..."
Junior Brother Bian spat out a mouthful of blood. His face deathly pale, he stared viciously at Teng Yue and said, "You deserve to die. I'll make the other prisoners inside torture you to death..."
If Fifth Sect Master had not intervened just now, he would have been killed outright by Teng Yue's army-slaying formation.
Naturally, Teng Yue could not be bothered with his threat.
Seeing this, Junior Brother Bian looked again at Fifth Sect Master and said, "Martial Ancestor,