At this moment, Yu Tang's thousand people seemed to finally snap awake from a dream...
Just now, Sikong Jing had once again done something unbelievable: he had ignored the bald man's suppression with spirit-shadow power, then slaughtered Tan Feixiang with a single claw, before forcibly joining everyone together into the Thousand-Man Army-Slaying Formation.
In the end, he had turned his spear against the bald man.
That string of actions had left Yu Tang and the others utterly stunned. Then came the scene before their eyes—it had all turned around.
After taking it all in with difficulty...
Senior Brother Xie immediately said, "Senior Brother Zhan, we already made ourselves perfectly clear. There's no need to waste your breath."
Trying to persuade them not to be used by Sikong Jing? That was impossible.
The bald man narrowed his eyes fiercely, the sinister air in them turning gloomy. Yet he still refused to give up. "Junior Brother Xie, perhaps you don't know me very well. I am a disciple under Emperor Yu'e. Offending me is very unwise."
He was actually using his status to threaten them: how dare trash and rubbish like you resist me? Your clans and families will suffer terribly.
Sure enough, some people's expressions had already changed.
But Yu Tang said bluntly, "Li Shi is also under the Feather Transformation Emperor. You seem to have forgotten what situation we're in now. We killed four Spirit Race geniuses, and Li Shi abandoned us. Are we supposed to fear offending one more person like you?"
From the moment Li Shi had abandoned them, their thousand-man group had already been dancing on the edge of a blade.
Offending the Spirit Race was far more terrifying than offending the bald man.
If the powerful elders of those four Spirit Race geniuses came looking for