Watching Ling Zhonghuang charge over with the dead warriors, Sikong Jing's demonic face was ice-cold. His wings shook, and his fists turned into claws as he tore out.
In an instant... Aaaah! Aaaah!
Three dead warriors were ripped to pieces on the spot by Sikong Jing. Then Ling Zhonghuang's remaining trace of true energy attacked. Sikong Jing clenched his fists. He used no elaborate moves, simply throwing out heavy punches.
With a thunderous boom, Sikong Jing was sent reeling backward.
Ling Zhonghuang likewise... retreated, retreated, retreated.
He had only a scant bit of true energy left—not even half a percent.
Sikong Jing, however, possessed beast veins and Demon Veins, along with that terrifying demonic body. Though his true energy was inferior to Ling Zhonghuang's, within this void-rift world, his demonic blood surged as though it had been set ablaze.
Having steadied himself, Ling Zhonghuang stared at Sikong Jing with a flickering, uncertain expression...
"That was close. Truly close."
"So you had a plan all along. If you had dragged me deeper into the void, if I had not even a shred of true energy left in my body, I would have been no match for this strange human form of yours."
"Hahaha..."
"Unfortunately, you insisted on killing those overseers. Otherwise, I... naturally wouldn't have fallen for it."
"At most, I would have been unable to keep chasing you. At most, I would have trapped you to death here and waited for my father to arrive."
If Sikong Jing had not wasted even a little time killing the overseers, he could have dragged him deeper. Then, Ling Zhonghuang would have been torn alive into fragments by that terrifying strange human form of his.
It was clear that even several dozen dead warriors joining forces could not defeat Sikong Jing.
Yet Ling