Ling Dongwei went mad with rage again. "Sikong Jing, Sikong Ding, Ling Xiaotian... your triumph ends here."
At this, Ling Xiaotian looked nervously at her son...
Sikong Jing smiled gently at Ling Xiaotian...
"Mother, don't worry. Your son has been through battles like this since he was very young."
"Your son isn't afraid of numbers."
With that, Sikong Jing slapped Ling Yuman to death on the spot. Then, with a clang, he drew his sword and strode toward the army stretching almost beyond sight before him, his gaze sweeping over everyone ahead...
"Sure enough, some have brought demon beast mounts in, but there still aren't enough."
Sikong Jing murmured inwardly, "Then kill. Kill until Ling Dongwei and the others ache for the troops under their command, or until he thinks he can use demon beasts to attack me. That will be the moment for my... counterattack."
As long as enough demon beasts entered, he could forcibly control them.
Though the Prison Heaven Grand Formation would still pose a terrifying threat then, he could catch them off guard and use the demon beasts' strength to kill Ling Dongwei...
As long as Ling Dongwei died, the Prison Heaven Grand Formation could no longer be activated.
"Kill!"
Upon receiving the command, the forces of the three giants of the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family charged at Sikong Jing in unison...
They had long been promised enormous rewards.
Whoever captured the three beneath the giant tree would receive a tremendous rise in status and every other regard. Every soldier of the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family and the rest unleashed their full strength.
The scene before them changed. A terrifying mass of men and horses surged toward Sikong Jing beneath the giant tree.
Sikong Jing gripped his sword, his eyes turning incomparably cold.
Then... he charged out!
Puff,