Upon hearing this, Ling Dongwei was so furious his whole body seemed ready to explode. If he went up to save him, Sikong Jing would kill him...
And even if he saved Ling Zhonghuang, the Super Divine Martial experts under his command would probably be all but wiped out. By then, Ling Dongchuan and the Second Elder would swallow his faction whole.
But if he did not save him, he could only watch helplessly.
This was enough to drive him mad. Sikong Jing was going to force him mad alive.
He regretted it. He regretted bringing only core experts like the Super Divine Martial cultivators in with him earlier.
Finally, Ling Dongwei thought of something and roared in a low voice, "Men, charge up there. Find a way to give Zhonghuang a quick death."
Right now, Ling Dongwei also felt an incomparably frenzied humiliation, one even greater than when Ling Ertian had died.
Watching his son Ling Zhonghuang be tortured, yet being powerless to do anything about it.
He had completely gone mad. The only way to salvage some face now was to finish off Ling Zhonghuang and end this humiliation.
Ling Zhonghuang was crippled anyway. If he died, then so be it.
But Old Madam Ling screamed frantically, "Ling Dongwei, how dare you?"
Ling Dongwei ignored her and heavily waved his hand at his subordinates. One after another, Ling Dongwei's men charged out again, though this time they moved with extreme caution. Their only goal was to land one vicious blow on Ling Zhonghuang.
Yet just then... Bzzzz!
Sikong Jing abruptly withdrew the hand that had been absorbing Ling Zhonghuang's void energy. Then he stomped the ground and shot out at lightning speed.
"Kill..."
He launched another frenzied slaughter against Ling Dongwei's subordinates who had approached and entered the