Jun Guqiao was struck dumb upon hearing this and screamed, "You're a dignified Seven-Seal Divine General, yet you can't seize control from a mere Sikong Jing?"
In response, the Seven-Seal Divine General hurriedly tried again to seize the formation...
But nothing changed. He simply could not wrest Sikong Jing's Army-Slaying Formation away from him. The Seven-Seal Divine General's formation patterns were like headless flies, darting through the Red Wind troops without managing to connect to a single person.
Bai Renfu also stood frozen on the spot. This time, they were truly in deep trouble. He had been far too careless and underestimated his enemy.
Though he was at Eight Seals, he was an Eight-Seal martial expert, not an Eight-Seal Divine General.
Within the Seal Sovereign Empire, there were Eight-Seal Divine Generals, Eight-Seal Divine Officials, and martial experts who had been granted the Eight-Seal title.
Among them, Eight-Seal martial experts were those without any official position.
They merely specialized in martial cultivation. They did not know Army-Slaying Formations—or rather, they knew a little, but were hardly proficient.
Ignoring the Seven-Seal Divine General's headless-fly-like formation patterns, Sikong Jing said coldly again, "Bai Renfu, once I kill you, the life lamp in Bai Rengun's hand that belongs to you will shatter. Will he come charging out in my direction to kill me?"
As his words fell, the power of Sikong Jing's Army-Slaying Formation surged and gathered, about to take the form of an Army-Slaying battle form.
Bai Renfu's teeth were already grinding loudly. Then he said, "Run!"
What surprise? What fright? Sikong Jing had smashed all of it to pieces. Now, it was they who had suffered a tremendous shock.
Sikong Jing's arrival with three forces had frightened them, and the strength of his Army-Slaying Formation was even more terrifying beyond belief. They