In the eyes of the Prison Race, Sikong Jing would definitely return to the Nine Heavens formation. There was no way he would fight them to the death out here.
But before Sikong Jing could reply... Pssht!
Suddenly...
A streak of Mystic Gold Thunder flashed from the direction of the Burial Emperor Battlefield without any warning, piercing toward Sikong Jing.
One of the Prison Race's Seventh-Tribulation cultivators stared blankly. "What the hell? Why has the Burial Emperor Tribulation come again?"
At the same time, Sikong Jing's heart shook violently...
The punishment tribulation has come so quickly. I'm afraid I won't be able to destroy Mu Bujun.
His eyes flashed sharply as he thought, Even if I can't destroy them, I absolutely cannot let them interfere.
As had been said before, interference with the Burial Emperor Tribulation would get people killed...
And Sikong Jing knew absolutely nothing about this punishment tribulation, so he could not allow anyone to interfere with it.
Should I return to the Nine Heavens formation first to avoid the tribulation, or...
After a brief moment of thought, Sikong Jing suddenly raised his head and spoke to Mu Bujun. "Wait for me a little longer. Once I pass this second tribulation, I'll come kill all of you... Don't worry, it'll be quick."
He decided not to return to avoid the tribulation. Instead, he would scare Mu Bujun and the others into retreating.
If he could not destroy them, then he would frighten them away.
Sure enough, the Seventh-Tribulation Prison Race cultivator who had just escaped disaster shivered all over. "This Sikong Jing must have already broken through to become a Five-Tribulation Emperor Venerable. And he can break a tribulation in an instant—we're probably no match for him."
In that man's eyes, the appearance of another Burial Emperor Tribulation