Bzzzz...
More than a dozen breaths later, Sikong Jing and the others emerged from the spatial passage as well, landing exactly where Chai Ren had been moments ago.
Sikong Jing swiftly used the Space Sacred Key to sense the surroundings...
Then his expression darkened slightly.
"There's the aura of spatial tearing. Chai Ren really did head toward the absolute formation in the north."
"But he likely possesses a spatial sacred artifact as well. It'll be nearly impossible for us to strike him with spatial turbulence."
"We must even be careful not to fall into his spatial turbulence."
In an instant, Sikong Jing made his judgment and became exceedingly cautious.
After waiting a little longer, Sikong Jing teleported through space.
By this time, the Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor naturally also knew that Ling Yusong had been rescued—and that the one who rescued him was at the Divine Martial Stage, the very person from that great Cangyu Sect who had once sent a transmission stone to Pei Kuang.
He was also the Cangyu Sect of demon people that Ling Yusong had spoken of...
The situation had become a complete mess again. In short, the Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor groaned inwardly without end. Why were there so many complications?
Next, their enemy was still at the Divine Martial Stage. It was fucking devastating.
No one paid any attention to the Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor. At this point, he was merely a guide.
And so, the Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor pointed toward the stretch of coastline where the Blood Demon Grand Formation lay, while Sikong Jing repeatedly teleported through space in pursuit northward!
At the Martial-Shaking Sect, the battle had already ended.
Those who had previously refrained from acting against Ling Yusong had either been killed or crippled, all of them completely brought