Sikong Jing naturally paid no heed whatsoever to the short man's rebuke. He said softly again, "I only want Brother Bao and the others to be prepared. We could enter battle at any moment. I presume Brother Bao doesn't want to lose either, right?"
Hearing this, Bao Jiusu's expression stiffened slightly. Of course he did not want to lose.
Even if he was only going to be Teng Yue's foot soldier, he still did not want to lose.
But the short man said, "Hmph, I think that Cangyu Demon Sect disciple's thousand-man force will soon be wiped out. Us reserves won't need to take the field at all. What could a fool like you possibly see?"
He still believed Sikong Jing was a fool, a reckless blockhead.
And just as his words fell... Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
On the battlefield, the sounds of people coughing up blood rang out one after another. Members of Teng Yue's formation vomited blood and collapsed in succession. In an instant, two to three hundred had fallen, and more were still going down...
Across from them, Princess Fennel shouted, "Teng Yue, you're going to lose."
At the center of his thousand-man Battle-Killing Formation, Teng Yue clenched his fists tightly and ground his teeth. "I absolutely cannot lose!"
Buzz...
The Battle-Killing Formation patterns beneath his feet suddenly swept out in a frenzy, instantly rolling toward the formation of over three hundred reserves where Sikong Jing, Bao Jiusu, and the others stood. Then they began pulling people in frantically, dragging them one by one into his thousand-man Battle-Killing Formation.
They replaced the fallen reserves, while he continued desperately resisting Princess Fennel's attacks.
In the blink of an eye...
Empty spaces continuously opened up before Sikong Jing and the others. Although they could have forcibly resisted Teng Yue's pull,