As he spoke, Ling Zhe began issuing orders one after another, making the necessary arrangements.
Finally, Ling Zhe said, "For now, our priority remains winning the Demon Rat battle. As long as we defeat Black Tiger, he will be at our disposal. By then, our Spirit Race's momentum will surge, intimidating all sides."
With that, Ling Zhe continued training and tempering the Spirit Race's strongest Extreme Prison fighters.
Beside him, Spirit Parrot stared at Ling Zhe with a frown. She seemed to want to speak, yet stopped herself in the end.
"The Spirit Seal Realm brat has become a true member of the Sword Clan..."
"If I can get rid of this huge problem, I'll become the great benefactor of the entire Spirit Race. The bigger a commotion he makes, the more it sickens and frustrates Senior Brother Ling Zhe, Elder Linglong, and the rest—and the greater my merit will be."
"Heh heh..."
"If I use his sister to threaten him, I'll be able to get him in my hands with ease."
Spirit Parrot had originally wondered whether she should reveal Sikong Ling's matter...
But Sikong Ling was still in Spirit Gull's hands. Even if she revealed it now, the merit would not be great enough. Worse still, Spirit Gull—that damned bitch—might steal the credit from her.
If she, Spirit Parrot, could single-handedly settle the Feather Alliance Hall's betrayal, that would be truly exhilarating.
Thus, only those of the Spirit Parrot Lineage within the Spirit Race still knew that Sikong Jing and Sikong Ling were brother and sister.
Time passed—one day, two days, three days...
The three Extreme Prison battles between the Shadow Moon Demon Rat and the Spirit Race were about to begin.
Ten Thousand Demon Emperor Stele Mountain.
Beneath the great formation cast by the Lord of