Just as Chai Jiu activated the teleportation stone in Pei Kuang's hand...
Sikong Jing had indeed entered the prison teleportation array, and naturally, he saw Chai Gong standing beside it.
He smiled. "Farewell. If you get the chance, thank Chai Jiu for me—but I'm afraid you won't get that chance."
Buzz...
A pillar of light appeared again, and Sikong Jing instantly vanished within it. This time, the destination was naturally the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land.
Chai Gong froze, blinking as he watched Sikong Jing disappear.
His face was full of confusion. "What's going on? Didn't the Chief Sect Master signal for me to kill Black Scale, that little demon man? Why was he teleported away again in the blink of an eye? Could it be that Black Scale set something up nearby?"
With that thought, Chai Gong hurriedly rushed out, but of course, he found nothing.
"Strange. There really was no setup."
"And why did Black Scale look so happy? Doesn't he know he's about to face the unknown Desolate Sea Forbidden Land?"
"Ba Zhun and the Six-Clawed Hybrid Beast were both instantly killed there last time."
Chai Gong was utterly baffled. Then, recalling Sikong Jing's words, he shuddered violently.
He knew that he would no longer have any chance to communicate with the Chief Sect Master. Even if Black Scale had not set anything up, he was doomed.
The Saint Martial demon men would arrive soon. Every Cang Vein death warrior in the prison would be wiped out.
Inside the spatial passage, Sikong Jing remained motionless.
He had never expected Chai Jiu to use such a move against him—to directly teleport him to Pei Kuang.
Yet it was understandable. In Chai Jiu's eyes, the first generation Demon Vein inheritance meant that one might obtain the ultimate secret of