At these words, the Spirit Race members revealed looks of delight.
That was right—everyone from the Feather Alliance Hall had followed Yu Xianpo. With the realm gate about to open, they must have arrived at the Swordwalk Forbidden Domain long ago.
Buzz...
Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Long flashed away from the spot.
At the same time, the people and beasts of the Beast Venerable Hall also came to their senses and vanished one after another.
They entered the spacetime tunnel.
Hang Kui's meaning was crystal clear: capture the Feather Alliance Hall's people, and Sikong Jing could be forced to show himself.
Whether it was the Spirit Race or the Beast Venerable Hall, they naturally had to act at once. They could not let the Feather Alliance Hall's people escape, much less allow the Celestial Race, Frost God Hall, and the others to obstruct them.
"This is bad, Elder..."
On the Celestial Race's side, Tao Qi immediately looked toward the Celestial Race elder leading her.
After pondering briefly, the latter spoke in a low voice...
"Tao Qi, I think it would be quite good to force Sikong Jing out immediately. Whether the Ancient Ten Absolutes are truly a calamity, whether the Purple Qi Emperor is Mystic Jade—we need Sikong Jing to come out and explain it clearly."
"We need not rush to stop the Spirit Race's actions..."
"As long as Sikong Jing can prove that the Ancient Ten Absolutes are the true calamity, and that the Purple Qi Emperor is not Mystic Jade, then we will certainly guarantee the safety of both him and the Feather Alliance Hall. In any case, for now..."
"Let us go to Swordkill City as well."
The Celestial Race elder's meaning was obvious. Whether they would protect Sikong Jing still depended on Sikong Jing's performance.