The bald man likewise stared at Sikong Jing, his face full of disbelief.
He said coldly, "What kind of power is this?"
Just moments ago, Sikong Jing had clearly struggled greatly against Tan Feixiang and the others. Yet now, his arm had suddenly transformed into a beast arm, and everything had completely changed.
Demonic energy billowed from his entire body. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought he was a Magic Beast.
At the same time, his realm had gone from Extreme Prison Yin-Yang to the Extreme Prison Four Forms Realm. The bald man's face no longer bore any sinister air or lofty arrogance—only confusion and incomprehension.
This string of wild changes inexplicably stirred panic in the bald man's heart.
He realized that this young man from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm did not seem so easy to manipulate.
Sikong Jing returned the bald man's gaze, but gave no answer.
The blood of the four great Demon Emperors he had swallowed had already been fully digested. Now, he was still digesting that half-drop of blood from the master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
Having just entered the Extreme Prison Four Forms Realm, it still isn't enough to defeat this bald man.
Thinking silently, Sikong Jing continued, Unless I transform my true body into a Magic Beast right now. But whether it is the Sixfold Demonic Form or a Magic Beast body, either could easily trigger a chain reaction. I cannot act rashly.
If I act, I must be absolutely certain I can silence everyone.
This was not the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, where everyone knew of variant human races. Or rather, Sikong Jing still did not know enough about the Vast Cosmos Great World; he did not know whether variant human races existed here.
Thus, he