Who didn't know?
Black Tiger and Yu Xianpo together were beings who even dared to charge into the Spirit Race's headquarters. Why the hell would anyone go up against them?
The Spirit Race and Beast Venerable Hall and the rest weren't a solid block of iron. What if they went up and got beaten to death?
Would your Beast Venerable Hall take responsibility?
"Come on, get over here."
Black Tiger's voice carried the roar of a demonic tiger, shaking every living being present until their blood and qi churned throughout their bodies...
Elsewhere, Hang Kui, surrounded by the Celestial Race and the others, wore a vicious expression.
The Celestial Race and the others also understood that once Black Tiger arrived, it would be nearly impossible for the Spirit Race and the rest to keep Sikong Jing in their grasp.
Just as Black Tiger looked down upon all around him...
Sikong Jing stepped forward heavily again. "I can release myself together with Hang Kui. I don't care."
In an instant, all firepower converged on Hang Kui once more.
Through his communication with Sikong Jing, Black Tiger had already learned the whole story. He bellowed angrily at Hang Kui, "You don't dare?"
At once, Hang Kui's entire body trembled violently...
And right then, a faint voice suddenly rang out from within the Sword-Slaying Ruins...
"Black Tiger..."
"We've already taken the Shadow Moon Demon Rat. You'd best rein in that foul temper of yours."
The instant those words arrived, Hang Kui, who had been trembling all over, brightened.
At the same time, Ling Long and the other members of the Spirit Race cried out, "Elder Ling E!"
Whoosh...
A soft flickering sound rang out.
Ling E stepped lightly from the depths of the Sword-Slaying Ruins, his sinister gaze sweeping over Black Tiger and