Elsewhere...
Tu Duoqing and Zhu Lian had long since lost their initial excitement and confidence of certain victory.
After exchanging glances, they began launching frenzied long-range attacks, striking the Sword Extinction Sacred Sword Cage. And when Sikong Jing counted, "The fifteenth breath..." Bang!
The Sword Extinction Sacred Sword Cage was finally shattered by them.
Of the people atop the Sword Extinction Totem, only thirty-odd remained alive.
They shrieked like madmen, "The cage is broken! Run!"
The remaining newcomers from the three great Heaven Emperor Palaces had completely lost all will to fight. Even as they rushed out of the cage, they had only one thought: run, get away from that demon-like Black-Clothed Youth as fast as possible.
But behind them, Sikong Jing's voice rang out like a death warrant: "I still have five breaths..."
He raised his sword and gave chase... killing, killing, killing.
Watching this scene of frenzied slaughter, Zhu Lian and Tu Duoqing trembled all over. They too had no will to fight whatsoever.
After casually throwing out a few attacks, they turned and fled as well.
There were still five breaths left.
Who knew whether that terrifying Black-Clothed Youth would suddenly whirl around and lock onto the two of them for pursuit and slaughter? They were utterly terrified, so scared that they did not even dare save the people behind them.
They could not afford to gamble.
Though they had no idea what the Black-Clothed Youth meant by "five breaths."
Five breaths were likely enough to kill them.
It was a very short time, yet for Zhu Lian and Tu Duoqing, as well as the remaining newcomers from the three great Heaven Emperor Palaces, it felt incomparably long—a torment of terror.
Not until the time was up, not until Sikong Jing finally counted out, "The twentieth breath"...