Yu Xianpo's whole body shook wildly. His eyes once again burst with sharp light as he stared fixedly at Sikong Jing.
Quietly, Sikong Jing met Yu Xianpo's gaze...
Sikong Jing enunciated each word: "I can ask the Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall to join forces with you, Brother, and storm into the heart of the Spirit Race... I want to use the Ten Thousand Demon Hall's yin spirit evil aura to ask you to take this risk."
At this moment, Sikong Jing laid it all out bluntly.
"I know that entering the Spirit Race's interior is fraught with extreme danger for you, Brother Xianpo."
"And this is the condition I can offer. Once it is done, I can even have the Ten Thousand Demon Hall give you a portion of its yin spirit evil aura. I just wonder whether you can agree, Brother Xianpo?"
Other than not saying that he and the Shadow Moon Demon Rat were one and the same, Sikong Jing had basically revealed everything.
Once again, they faced each other in silence.
After pondering briefly, Yu Xianpo spoke faintly, "What I said before was that only Black Tiger at the peak of his strength, joining hands with me, would give us a chance to come and go freely within the Spirit Race's Divine Spirit Main Island. But Black Tiger now..."
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing drew a deep breath and cut him off...
"Rest assured, Brother. The Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall will bring us a tremendous surprise next."
At those words, Yu Xianpo froze slightly...
He stared at Sikong Jing with a strange expression. It seemed the latter was very familiar with Black Tiger?
In the end, Yu Xianpo did not ask further. He merely nodded lightly and said, "Then I