Rumble...
For no apparent reason, the prisoners and deathsworn had plunged into a fierce battle.
They all roared, demanding to know what was going on, but the demons gave no answer whatsoever, and Sikong Jing could not be bothered to answer them either.
Just like that, two quarters of an hour passed. Every prisoner and deathsworn was sprawled on the ground, coughing up blood again and again.
Then Sikong Jing continued, "Those below the Venerable Realm, leave the barrier first. Those above it, follow me deeper into the prison."
And so, the powerful demons began following Sikong Jing in search of the whereabouts of the sacrifices.
Whether they went deeper into the prison or exited the barrier, all the demons went... Boom! Boom! Boom!
After being drilled, each and every one of them broke through once more. Regardless of strength, they all made breakthroughs together. The several strongest Saint Martial demons from before reached the third major realm of Saint Martial, growing even more formidable.
In the blink of an eye, the prisoners near the barrier had completely lost sight of the demons.
Chai Gong lay on the ground, coughing up blood as he frantically demanded, "Damn it, what the hell is this?"
No one could answer that question. In another two quarters of an hour... whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The powerful demons returned under Sikong Jing's lead, naturally sweeping a group of sacrifices along with them.
At that moment, Chai Gong had recovered somewhat and stepped in front of Sikong Jing, demanding, "Who the hell are you?"
"Didn't I already tell you? I'm Black Scale."
With that, Sikong Jing flashed forward, knocking aside the heavily wounded Chai Gong. He crashed straight out through the barrier, then vanished from the prisoners' sight. The other powerful demons immediately followed after him.
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