Chai Ren's gaze turned once more toward the stretch of sea where Sikong Jing's true body had fallen, and he thought darkly, "What a pity I have to guard the ancestor. Otherwise, I'd definitely go down there, fish that little demon Black Scale out, and chop him into eight pieces."
In Chai Ren's eyes, Sikong Jing's spirit image had already been sucked away. With his true body left uncontrolled, couldn't he simply kill it however he pleased?
In the end, Chai Ren did not dare move even half a step away from Cang Lang...
He continued focusing his entire attention on the surroundings, afraid that Forged Rock and the others might suddenly return to attack... Naturally, he did not see Sikong Jing hiding in the dark, much less notice that the dozen or so unlucky old men had already secretly made contact with Sikong Jing.
Beneath a pile of corpses somewhere on Corpse Bone Island...
At this moment, Sikong Jing stood face-to-face with more than a dozen old men.
At that moment, an old man with white hair and beard, leaning on a cane and supported by the young girl Sikong Xinyu, stepped to the front. He looked Sikong Jing up and down before asking hoarsely, "How do you intend to help us?"
He got straight to the point. He did not ask anything about Sikong Jing's background or origins, nor did he introduce himself.
But immediately afterward, he asked again, "What do you want to get from us?"
The hearts of everyone within the Blood Demon Grand Formation had long since died. In their eyes, there was no such thing as help without cause—there had to be some benefit sought.
Sikong Jing did not blame or resent the old man's attitude too much.
He merely replied, "I don't want