The Wild Beast War God
Chapter 4069

Kid, I Like You Very Much

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Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath...

"Since the people lurking in the shadows aren't planning to support the three Primordial Cosmos sects, we'll leave them alone for now and pretend we know nothing."

"But we have to end this quickly, and we can't suffer too great a loss."

Since the hidden watchers wanted both sides to tear each other apart and were still mobilizing troops, Sikong Jing could not let them have their way.

With that thought, Sikong Jing continued directing the troops in their siege.

At the same time, amid the encirclement, he suddenly used the Army-Slaying Formation patterns to transmit the simplest Extreme Prison Stage cultivation method to all the troops. His voice rang out, "Temper yourselves in battle at the Extreme Prison Stage. Everyone... break through!"

Every human and beast linked to Sikong Jing through the Army-Slaying Formation patterns, no matter which palace they belonged to, received the Extreme Prison Stage inheritance.

Their bodies trembled violently one after another as they entered the tempering of the Extreme Prison Stage.

Because it was merely the simplest Extreme Prison Stage cultivation method, nearly everyone participating in the battle who had surpassed the Extreme Heaven Stage comprehended and understood it in an instant. Their power then surged explosively.

Of course, because it was only the simplest method, the increase in each person's strength was not obvious.

But there were so many of them. If every person gained even a little, those drops could converge into a mighty river, significantly increasing the attack power of Sikong Jing's and the King of Night Charms' Army-Slaying Formations.

"Martial Uncle Wan, I can't hold on anymore."

"Ah..."

"Hold on! We'll break out of the encirclement soon."

"Vast Cosmos brat, do you know what consequences there'll be if you kill us?"

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