"Zhe Ying is terrifying. He actually rushed straight in."
"The gap is huge. Is he the Spirit Race's strongest genius? He can actually ignore the demonic energy here."
"What strongest genius of the Spirit Race? He's merely the strongest Spirit Race genius to enter the Dark Demon Small World this time. Naturally, there are those stronger than Zhe Ying within the Spirit Race. The Spirit Race's strength is beyond anything we can imagine."
"Hmph, the main reason is that we haven't had enough time to adapt to the Dark Demon Small World."
The voices continuously crashed into Sikong Jing's ears...
Some were astonished, some worshipped the Spirit Race, while others voiced their unwillingness to concede. Aside from the Spirit Race, the second batch from the various races and halls had only just descended not long ago and still could not fully adapt to the environment.
Yet for Sikong Jing, every hair on his body stood on end. He sensed an extreme danger.
"This Zhe Ying is the strongest among the Spirit Race geniuses, an existence even more terrifying than Ou Tu."
"He's constantly drawing closer to me. He's already locked onto my position..."
"Hm? The speed at which I'm absorbing demonic energy has already surpassed the speed at which I'm slaying demons. I'm about to fall into deep demonic possession again."
The demons he had slain along the way were about to be replenished, yet Sikong Jing could feel Zhe Ying's lock-on from behind with absolute clarity. His sense of smell remained powerful as he thought to himself, Either keep going deeper, or have Fang Sword make a move and destroy him.
Choosing to continue deeper meant gambling on Zhe Ying's limit.
It also meant gambling that his own limit was higher than Zhe Ying's. Once he forced Zhe Ying