Sikong Jing's voice rang out. An invisible demonic spirit shadow coiled together into a twisted plume of black smoke.
It appeared before Shentu Cong's spirit shadow...
In an instant, Shentu Cong's incomparably weak spirit shadow froze in bewilderment. He stared stupidly at Sikong Jing's demonic spirit shadow, then roared, "Unfair! How can you have three spirit shadows? This is far too unfair!"
Bang...
Shentu Cong was driven mad with rage. He knew that in his current state, his spirit shadow could no longer smash Sikong Jing's third spirit shadow apart.
So right there and then, Shentu Cong's spirit shadow exploded in fury.
It exploded to death within Sikong Jing's spirit platform sea of consciousness.
Outside...
Shentu Cong's body also shut its eyes and died instantly with the destruction of his spirit shadow.
His body, still being ravaged by the little swords, turned into chunks of shredded flesh that crashed to the ground with a series of bangs...
He had become the first Super Divine Martial powerhouse Sikong Jing had slain!
Seeing this, Ling Mi'er hurriedly forced herself to crawl to her feet. Clenching her fists, she looked toward Sikong Jing.
Fear rose in her again. She was afraid that Cousin Sikong and Shentu Cong had perished together.
But they had not. What she saw was Sikong Jing slowly opening his eyes. At that instant, she could not help bursting into tears of joy.
Seeing this, Sikong Jing, who had already returned to his human form, smiled and said hoarsely, "I finally won. There was a bit of luck involved."
After saying that, his entire body began to sway violently, while blood poured wildly from his wounds.
"Cousin Sikong..."
Ling Mi'er hurriedly rushed forward, wanting to support Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing lightly waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Then