Sikong Jing froze. Only then did he realize that the Feather Alliance geniuses around him—even Li Shi—were trembling faintly all over, crushed by the demonic energy until they could barely move, while he himself felt absolutely nothing.
Of course he felt nothing...
He was accustomed to demonization. How could demonic energy extracted from the Dark Demon Small World possibly affect him?
At most, he could sense the demonic energy trying to drag him into demonization and turn him into a Blood Devour Magic Beast.
With a slight circulation of the Pure Spirit Seven Hearts Method, he could fend it off. His humanoid spirit shadow was not as easily affected as a beast-form spirit shadow, either.
Take Su Yuexi, for example. When she entered the Dark Demon Small World, she had not adapted to the demonic energy beforehand either.
Imperial Venerable Menhang had forcibly thrown her down there, but she had encountered Sikong Jing's demonization more than once. Coupled with the blood drops from eight thousand ferocious beasts, she too was not greatly affected.
But handling it like this seemed a little too eye-catching, didn't it?
Yet Sikong Jing's eyes flashed sharply at once, and he immediately replied, "The demonic energy doesn't seem to put much pressure on me. Perhaps it's because I'm from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, or perhaps my Extreme Prison Stage is somewhat special."
Standing out was not necessarily a bad thing.
To protect the people of the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, Sikong Jing still could not keep a low profile.
He had already kept a low profile once by staying on the ninety-ninth floor for over a month. Now, he would use this chance to continue distinguishing himself.
As he spoke, Sikong Jing looked toward Feather Transformation Emperor...
Only Feather Transformation Emperor knew that