Luo Guangmang and the other two looked at one another.
Ling Mi'er's tears were already streaming wildly down her face.
She had finally met a relative, yet before they had exchanged more than a few words, were they about to be separated by life and death forever?
And now, it was no longer only Sikong Jing who could sense the terrifying pressure and danger. The others could sense it too, as though a dreadful, powerful torrent at the horizon was charging toward them to slaughter them.
Suddenly, Sikong Jing said faintly, "Too late..."
The moment those words fell, the people beside him trembled violently all over.
They stared swiftly toward the torrent on the horizon and, almost at the same time, felt the sensation of being locked onto. It was as though something Third Uncle had arranged had stained all of them, allowing the torrent to lock onto them.
Their instincts as martial experts told them that even if they threw away Ling Mi'er's Third Uncle and fled separately now, the torrent would still pursue them.
Bian Fei and the other's faces turned slightly pale. Could they really be about to fall into a dead end right away?
Just then...
Sikong Jing suddenly said, "General Luo, take Mi'er and get as far away as you can immediately. Although this torrent has locked onto all of us, as long as you stay away from its core force, the force you suffer won't be too strong."
At those words, Luo Guangmang froze...
"Third Uncle and I will stay here for now. I'll hold back... the core of the torrent," Sikong Jing said heavily again.
Those words left Luo Guangmang and the other two utterly stunned once more.
Sikong Jing meant that he and Ling Mi'er's Third Uncle would withstand most of the