Just as Sikong Jing had told Yu Xianpo, they could not control the monster beasts for long...
It was still because Sikong Jing's realm was insufficient. Borrowing Black Tiger's power was merely borrowing power. The Spirit Race's monster beasts were equally formidable, and they would resist Sikong Jing and Black Tiger's bloodline suppression.
"HAHAHAHA..."
"Black Tiger, what do you have left to fight me with now? So the time you can control monster beasts lasts only a fleeting instant."
Seeing the monster beasts break free of control, Ling Dao immediately let out an aged peal of laughter.
But Black Tiger replied coldly, "I'm not here to fight you to the death. I only need you to be unable to seal off space-time."
As his words fell, Black Tiger took Sikong Jing and turned to flash away.
They chased in Yu Xianpo's direction, flashing away.
Now that the blockade had been shattered, the Beast-Slaying Emperor-Burying Claw had also torn apart the grand formation the Spirit Race experts had been about to raise.
Sikong Jing and Black Tiger could not possibly engage the Spirit Race in a fierce battle here.
Nor could they possibly win such a battle.
All they wanted was to leave the Spirit Race's territory. With the man rescued, there was nothing worth lingering to fight over.
Seeing Black Tiger vanish, the smile on Ling Dao's face instantly froze, and he shouted again, "You cannot escape."
Gathering the power of the Army-Slaying Formation, he blasted apart the space-time tunnel with a single punch.
What the people and beasts on the ground saw was...
The blue sky shattered madly, like an enormous chain sweeping all the way toward some unseen horizon.
The entire sky dimmed, as though the end of days had arrived.
Yet Black Tiger's voice drifted back from