Although Sikong Jing's demonic-form spirit shadow had been forced back by Chai Jiu, Sikong Jing had still injected surging demonic qi into Ling Yusong's spirit shadow. Even now that Ling Yusong had been rescued into Chai Jiu's grasp, the demonic qi could still unleash its terrifying power.
Using the devouring force of the Blood Devour Magic Beast, it wildly sucked in Ling Yusong's spirit shadow.
Following Sikong Jing's words... Aaaahhh!
Ling Yusong's spirit shadow screamed madly without end. The entire shadow twisted and warped incessantly in Chai Jiu's hand, its aura continuously being sucked away and rapidly weakening beyond measure.
He cried out in terror, "Save me, hurry and save me!"
At that, Chai Jiu frantically poured all kinds of spirit-shadow power into it, trying to stabilize Ling Yusong's spirit shadow.
But Sikong Jing's blood-devouring attribute was too bizarre. For the moment, Chai Jiu could not find any solution at all.
In the end...
He could only shout, "Young Master Ling, I'm afraid I can't save you. If you have anything to entrust to me, say it quickly!"
In truth, Chai Jiu desperately wanted to say: Hurry and give me some token or something, so I can win the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family's regard and favor.
Hearing that, Ling Yusong's distorted spirit shadow in Chai Jiu's hand froze on the spot.
He was going to die. He, the grand eldest young master of the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family, was truly going to die here.
Naturally, he was unwilling to accept it to the utmost. Naturally, he wanted to roar about every injustice under heaven. But as an existence at the Divine Martial Stage, Ling Yusong had a certain instinct—he truly had no way out...
Before death, his spirit shadow stopped twisting and stared fixedly at Chai Jiu.
At last, Ling Yusong replied