Chai Ren had already expelled the poison from his body, and his arm had recovered as well.
A berserk Divine Martial aura surged forth, making countless faces around him change again. The danger was far from over.
Yet Sikong Jing merely smiled faintly. "Chai Ren, have you forgotten just how powerful my battle-killing formation is?"
As his words fell... buzz, buzz, buzz!
Streams of battle-killing formation patterns suddenly lit up across the island of corpses and bones. It was precisely the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation centered around Sikong Jing, and in an instant, his formation patterns connected to everyone on the island.
It was: Forced Troop Control!
At once, Chai Ren's expression shifted slightly as he recalled the war in the Gods and Devils Island Sea.
The Black Scale Little Demon's battle-killing formation was indeed terrifying.
Then Chai Ren seemed to think of something else and replied with a savage grin, "What a joke. If you had the Blood Demon Control Method, I might be a little afraid. But you're actually using a battle-killing formation to connect with these trashy, unlucky wretches. How much true qi could possibly be left in their bodies?"
As his words fell... swish!
Sikong Luomiao suddenly returned to the side of the elders and Sikong Xinyu.
The bewildered, helpless expression he had worn earlier was gone. Instead, he snorted coldly. "As expected, you harbor ill intentions. You know perfectly well that there isn't much true qi left in our bodies, yet you still want to use a battle-killing formation to control us. How is that any different from the Blood Demon Control Method?"
Everyone present was far too weak.
If the battle-killing formation drew upon their true qi, they would likewise be drained dry and die.
Even now, Sikong Luomiao still did not believe that Sikong