Ying Shan and the other watched as a Black-Clothed Youth slowly stepped out from behind Zhan You and the others. Unhurried, he walked to stand before Zhan You's group and answered the twisted spirit shadow overhead, "I am Sikong Ling's brother."
As his words fell, Sikong Jing spread his five fingers and crushed the spirit shadow of that Spirit Race man into nothingness in midair.
At the same time, Zhan You and the others were utterly dumbfounded.
Staring at Sikong Jing's back, their entire bodies shook violently as they said, "S-Senior Brother Sikong, we were forced! Those three Spirit Race people insisted on breaking the restrictions for us. We didn't want it either!"
Damn it, Sikong Jing had arrived without making a sound.
They had to clear themselves. They had to say that they had not willingly wanted the restrictions undone.
Otherwise, their Spirit Platforms would shatter, and they would die.
Yet Sikong Jing did not even turn his head. With a teasing note in his voice, he said, "Senior Brother Zhan, I've been here all along—on your little floating island."
Gah... thud!
Zhan You and the others went limp, collapsing to the ground on the spot.
Sikong Jing had been on their little floating island all this time—didn't that mean he had heard every word they had just said? Damn it, they were dead for sure.
They had not reported it, and had even hoped that the three Spirit Race geniuses would kill him. He had heard all of it.
Just then... boom!
Ying Shan and her companion's power erupted in full. The two stared fixedly at their companion's corpse before slowly shifting their gazes toward Sikong Jing.
Suddenly, killing intent surged from Ying Shan. "You actually dared to kill a member of my Spirit Race. How many lives