Yu Xianpo's entire body shook violently at those words, while Yu Xiandeng continued...
"Let me tell you another piece of good news. That little beast Sikong has successfully dug out the Evil Dragon Hall Master within the Dragon God Hall. But that Evil Dragon was a Beast Venerable Hall arrangement—you've ruined the Beast Venerable Hall's plans."
"So naturally, all of you must be exterminated."
His fists tightened slightly as Yu Xianpo secretly let out a long breath. Sikong Jing's side had succeeded.
He raised his head again. "Yu Xiandeng, do you truly intend to let our Prison Race be used as a spear by the Ancient Ten Absolutes?"
Shrugging, Yu Xiandeng answered with a smile...
"There's no helping it. I need power."
"The Beast Venerable Hall promised me that as long as I successfully destroy the Dragon God Hall, they'll give me the Absolute Battle Emperor's techniques. I crave them too desperately."
"Now... die!"
With an overwhelming army of Prison Race soldiers at his command, Yu Xiandeng completely crushed Yu Xianpo.
But just then... BOOM!
From afar, a powerful force of the Army-Slaying Formation came crashing over, brutally shattering Yu Xiandeng's Army-Slaying Formation.
Yu Xianpo, together with the rescued fifth veteran member of the Sword Clan, broke free from Yu Xiandeng's suppression.
They rapidly retreated toward the direction from which the Army-Slaying Formation's force had come.
At the sight, Yu Xiandeng glared furiously at the massive force emerging in the distance. "Martial Excellence Hall, you dare interfere in my Prison Race's affairs?"
At a glance, he saw through which faction the troops aiding Yu Xianpo belonged to.
It was the Martial Excellence Hall, one of the Twelve Strongest Halls.
A deep voice rolled out from among the Martial Excellence Hall's troops in the distance...
"Yu Xiandeng, my apologies..."
"Brother Xianpo