So what if the Black Scale demon man's martial talent was sky-high? Could he wage war?
More importantly...
What right did demonkind have to stand above them? Even if they had to join forces in a fight to the death, their Cosmic Vein had to take the lead.
This was the deeply ingrained mindset of this small portion of the Cosmic Vein. Once such thoughts surfaced, they would explode like thunderbolts. Even if they did not erupt now, they would sooner or later. Chai Jiu intended to exploit this point to gain complete control over the course of the battle.
One had to know that Chai Jiu wanted more than simply winning...
Ying Sanmeng and Teng Yue could not be allowed to return to the prison, and the little Black Scale demon had to be captured alive.
But Sikong Jing did not care whether this small portion of people was pleased or not.
As Ying Sanmeng gave the order to the Cosmic Vein, Sikong Jing immediately shouted, "All Cosmic Vein members, listen to me! Immediately retreat behind my Demon Vein in defensive formation, and prioritize removing all your shackles."
"Vein Master Ying, the two Divine Martial elders, and all elders above the Sacred Martial realm—follow me."
As the battle orders thundered forth, Sikong Jing directly mobilized the power of the Army-Slaying Formation and led the demon troops charging out from the direction of the prison.
In the blink of an eye, they pressed down over the heads of the Cosmic Vein crowd.
All manner of military-killing battle forms surged forth.
Boom boom boom...
Ying Sanmeng also worked earnestly with Sikong Jing, as did the two Divine Martial elders. But... among the Sacred Martial elders, some rushed forward while others hesitated, resentment still simmering in their hearts.
It was the same