In the blink of an eye, only the dumbfounded Ying Sanmeng and the still somewhat muddled Teng Yue remained in the little gorge.
Then came Chai Gong and the other death warriors'... HAHAHAHAHA!
Everyone could not help throwing back their heads in laughter. Now there was absolutely no problem at all. The first master of the Cosmic Vein was not a consciousness spirit projection; he had no idea that the two people who had inherited his legacy were in extreme danger.
He had simply dispersed the moment he said he would—this was too hilarious.
Of course, the prisoners nearly clutched their chests and spat blood. They had once again been full of hope, only to lose it again.
Even Sikong Jing was rather speechless. Ying Beitong really was enough of a pitfall—he had dispersed just because he said so... If I have the demon puppet secretly strike with its power now, I won't even have an excuse.
That was right. While Ying Beitong's phantom was still present, he could have the demon puppet unleash its power to protect them.
It could be called the protective power of the inheritance.
But now that Ying Beitong had dispersed, how could he explain having power strike out to protect Ying Sanmeng and Teng Yue?
Forget it. If absolutely necessary, I'll have the demon puppet act, then say it is protecting the inheritors of the Cosmic Vein.
Sikong Jing thought to himself. But that was only if there was no other choice. For now, he still did not want the demon puppet's power displayed before everyone. What he needed to do was change the structure of the Cangyu Sect, not force the Cang Vein into a desperate fight.
As he had said before, all the people of the Cosmic Vein were in the Cang