Just as Sikong Jing and Xue Yinsha's spirit shadows escaped the Blood Grudge Grand Formation...
Just as the Absolute Hatred Emperor shouted for the Absolute Pill Emperor to hurry and seal the barrier again...
On the battlefield of the Spiritless Mountain Range below.
Only a very short time had passed since Chen Lusheng and Wen Xuanwu discovered that they could no longer contact Sikong Jing.
That is to say...
Not much time had passed from when the Absolute Hatred Emperor barged into Sikong Jing's Spirit Platform sea of consciousness to when Sikong Jing's physical body flashed out of the trap.
Yet a tremendous change had already taken place across the battlefield.
The formation link between the two emperors of the Anti-Seal Faction had truly been severed. Tian Wuxiu led his troops against Chen Lusheng, while the Absolute Spirit Emperor faced Wen Xuanwu.
Apart from the armies, the four emperors on both sides had become one-on-one opponents.
At that moment, the Absolute Spirit Emperor sneered. "Wen Shengqiang, you'll be dead very soon."
Wen Xuanwu, the Holy Spear Emperor, clenched his old fists tight and stared fixedly at the Absolute Spirit Emperor opposite him. He growled, "What exactly did you do to little brother Sikong? You deliberately split Old Chen and me apart—what are you trying to do?"
Of course, Wen Xuanwu could now see that Tian Wuxiu and the other had deliberately set up a formation to separate them.
Because they had been worried about Sikong Jing's condition, and because the enemy had calculated against them while they were unprepared...
The two of them had fallen into the trap in no time. They had only realized it now, but it was already too late.
"You'll know soon enough..."
The Absolute Spirit Emperor's voice was eerie and chilling. His senior brother Absolute