For the moment, it was still impossible to confirm whether Yu Xianpo had truly left, which was why Tian Tao had called out for him to show himself.
His voice likewise shook the entire core region of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
Before Ten Thousand Demon Emperor Stele Mountain...
A Black-Clothed Youth was drinking alone, his face marked by domineering demonic patterns. Naturally, he was Sikong Jing's Demon Rat body.
After his main body entered Ten Thousand Demon Emperor Stele Mountain, the Demon Rat body had emerged.
Of course, he had heard Ling Zhe and Tian Tao's voices. He immediately synchronized his memories with his main body.
Inside Ten Thousand Demon Emperor Stele Mountain...
Sikong Jing's main body suddenly barked, "Remnant blade, withdraw!"
The memories of the two spirit shadows had now been synchronized, so Sikong Jing's main body had likewise gained control of the Burial Emperor Blade. Naturally, he could withdraw the remnant blade into the Dark Demon Stone—and with that withdrawal, the manifested Burial Emperor Battlefield vanished without a trace.
Yu Xianpo, who had been enjoying the illusion of the Burial Emperor Battlefield, froze. "Brother Sikong, why did you withdraw it?"
Yu Xianpo had just reached the most crucial moment of his enlightenment when Sikong Jing suddenly took back the Burial Emperor Battlefield illusion. It truly left him feeling awful.
"Brother Xianpo, listen..."
Sikong Jing's main body pointed in the direction where Ling Zhe and Tian Tao were located.
The next instant, Ling Zhe's voice rang out again. "Black Tiger, has Yu Xianpo already left?"
Tian Tao also shouted in a low voice, "Black Tiger, I am still presiding over the negotiations that follow. If you ruin the rules established beforehand, it will make things very difficult for me."
Their voices crashed brutally into Yu Xianpo's ears...