Clearly, Ling Dao saw Sikong Jing transform into a second Black Tiger.
"Black Tiger, we can't hold him anymore."
Ling Dao spoke through gritted teeth. This bombardment had failed to injure him, meaning Black Tiger's escape was now a foregone conclusion.
Sure enough, after evading every torrent of destruction, Black Tiger had already smashed through the spacetime sealing wall ahead.
The sight made countless Spirit Race powerhouses tremble with fury. Another colossal humiliation.
"Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing, Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing..."
"Dead Spirit Realm Ring, emerge!"
Suddenly, Ling Dao flung out a Realm Ring. Before any of the Spirit Race powerhouses could react, it had shot into the spacetime tunnel, flashing straight toward Black Tiger.
The Spirit Race powerhouses froze at the sight. Ling Long asked, "Patriarch, the Dead Spirit Realm Ring can't hold Black Tiger, can it?"
How could such a tiny Realm Ring possibly deal with Black Tiger?
Forget Black Tiger—even an ordinary Imperial Sovereign could knock the Realm Ring away. What was the patriarch planning?
"Of course it can't hold Black Tiger. But the Dead Spirit Realm Ring's target isn't Black Tiger."
Ling Dao's icy voice rang out viciously...
"Black Tiger's escape is already set in stone, but he must pay a price. He had Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing create a second Black Tiger, didn't he? He had Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing leave the protection of his body, didn't he?"
"Good. Then throw that damned little beast from Feather Alliance Hall into the Dead Spirit Cavern."
At those words, killing intent flashed wildly in the eyes of the Spirit Race powerhouses. They understood what their patriarch meant.
"Every humiliation our Spirit Race has suffered this past year is inextricably tied to Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing. This brat absolutely cannot be allowed to live."
"Send him into the