So that the Golden Divine Dragon would hurry up and get lost...
Flame Prison still carefully explained the situation in the Shattered Battlefield, though the Sikong Jing in his words remained: that Seven Decree Sect brat.
"Seven Decree Sect brat, go die!"
At the same time, within the shattered battlefield world...
Wan Benyang suddenly unleashed a violent burst of soul aura, finally blasting away all the beast souls guarding him. At the same time, his power erupted, forcing back both the Black Prison Heaven-Swallowing Tiger and the Dark Wing Divine Eagle.
The latter two let out low growls and crashed back to where Sikong Jing was.
Just then... buzz!
Sikong Jing opened his eyes and said coldly, "I've absorbed almost enough. I'm already an Eight Hundred Springs Quasi-Emperor."
With that, Sikong Jing stepped forward and landed once more atop the Black Prison Heaven-Swallowing Tiger's head.
The Previous Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts had been at the peak of the Three Tribulation Emperor Venerable Realm. It had never cultivated the Extreme Prison Stage, and the energy had merely remained after its death—it was not all of its power.
The energy it could grant Sikong Jing now was not actually much.
Or rather...
Sikong Jing's foundation was too powerful, and the energy he required was immense.
Thus, the inheritance energy had only brought Sikong Jing from a Ten Springs Quasi-Emperor to Eight Hundred Springs.
Yet for Sikong Jing, the amount of true qi had undergone a qualitative leap. As he stepped onto the Black Prison Heaven-Swallowing Tiger, the instant he merged rider and beast with the Demonic Path Eightfold Body, his aura became even more vast and boundless.
"Thank you, seniors, for lending me your aid..."
"Now, let me protect you, so that you may rest in peace at last."
Sikong