Hm?
Yu Xianpo and Sikong Ling looked strangely at Black Tiger. They had both been thrown into a small world controlled by the Spirit Race—how could he still bring them along?
Could it be that the message Black Tiger had received revealed which small world Sikong Jing had fallen into?
Could they sneak in and rescue him?
Thinking this, Yu Xianpo's expression eased slightly as he vanished after Black Tiger.
But Yu Xianpo had guessed wrong...
The one who had just contacted Black Tiger was Sikong Jing's Demon Rat body.
With matters having reached this point, Sikong Jing decided to tell Yu Xianpo about his Demon Rat body, lest Yu Xianpo and Black Tiger truly fall out and come to blows.
Over these past two-plus months of contact, Sikong Jing had come to understand Yu Xianpo more deeply.
As a member of the Sword Clan, Yu Xianpo was as tough and straight as a sword, yet truly lonely as well.
He genuinely treated every Sword Clan companion he found as a brother.
At the gate to the Dead Spirit Cavern...
Ling Zhe's spirit shadow arrived there, and an illusion mirror appeared before him.
Through the mirror, he saw Sikong Jing within the Dead Spirit Cavern, surrounded on all sides by countless terrifying currents of dead spirit energy.
"You little beast of the Feather Alliance, you have ruined me beyond measure."
Ling Zhe's spirit shadow gave voice in a terrifyingly hoarse tone. Through the dead spirit illusion mirror, he could speak directly with Sikong Jing.
"Because of you..."
"The trial in the Dark Demon Small World failed to capture the Shadow Moon Demon Rat, and the people of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall intercepted it instead."
Because Sikong Jing had defeated Zhe Ying in the Dark Demon Small World, Wan