As he had just thought, Sikong Jing had to end this quickly.
Just now, Ying Bailiu might have contacted someone outside; now, Zhe Ying had discovered that the life lamps of Ying Shan and the other eight had shattered and was taking the initiative to contact him. Ying Bailiu absolutely could not be allowed to say too much.
He could not let Ying Bailiu reveal their exact location...
Otherwise, he himself might be able to escape, but Yu Tang and the thousand others certainly would not be able to flee the Spirit Race's all-out pursuit.
At that thought, the claw mark in the depths of the abyss suddenly appeared in Sikong Jing's mind.
It was as if he had recreated the demonic aura unleashed by that claw mark. His Beast-Form Spirit Shadow was still inside the claw mark, and with their memories connected, the claw mark was engraved within his mind.
In an instant...
The image of a Nine Heavens magic beast striking with a claw appeared in Sikong Jing's mind. Then, already in his magic-beast state, Sikong Jing copied it stroke for stroke and unleashed that claw.
A pitch-black demonic claw slammed toward Ying Bailiu.
At this moment, Ying Bailiu was still raging over the deaths of his five subordinates, still resisting that sword from Sikong Jing's Sword Extinction Emperor.
Suddenly, he discovered that the demonic aura around Sikong Jing had explosively surged, and a demonic claw was bearing down on him.
Ying Bailiu's entire body shuddered violently. Staring dumbfounded at the claw rushing in to kill him, his first reaction was... that he could not withstand it.
Daring not to take it head-on, he swiftly grabbed the communication stone before him, spun around, and flashed away.
He was forcefully trying to evade that claw...
But the claw was