"Kill..."
Once everything was in place, the entire Dragon God Hall erupted with killing cries. Following Sikong Jing and the Dragon Shield Heavenly Roc, they charged out fiercely.
In an instant, Hang Qusha's triumphant smile froze.
The lofty expression on Yu Xiandeng's face suddenly turned incomparably grim, and he immediately gave the order to counterattack...
But he instantly realized that something was wrong.
The mount beneath him trembled as it spoke, "What a terrifying dragon aura. My blood has frozen, my demonic power cannot circulate smoothly, and my will is being suppressed by them."
At the same time, the Beast Venerable Hall army was in exactly the same state.
Not every demonic beast of the Beast Venerable Hall had fused with the Absolute Battle Emperor's bloodline.
They were stunned into submission at once. Only after one of the Beast Venerable Hall's leaders unleashed his Absolute Battle bloodline did they barely withstand the dragon's overwhelming pressure.
But then Sikong Jing's voice boomed heavily...
"Why hasn't the Purple Extreme Heavenly Demon Lion come?"
"If it doesn't come, the Absolute Battle bloodlines of the Beast Venerable Hall experts present won't be enough to withstand Senior Dragon Shield's dragon pressure."
"You want to go back and attack my Big Brother Xian Po, don't you?"
"Then all of you will stay in the Eastern War Small World."
As he spoke, Sikong Jing slightly infused the aura of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts.
Because he was currently in his demonic state, and because his controllable Demon Vein had reached the ninth grade after merging with the Ten Thousand Dragon Essence Blood...
When the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' aura merged into the dragon pressure, it could not be detected.
In an instant... Pfft!
The leader of the Beast Venerable Hall's forces on this expedition was