Hm?
The Prison Race members and Mu Bujun were stunned. In a situation like this, Sikong Jing was still saying that the Eight Tribulation Sword Clan could make a move?
Even Falling Beard was somewhat dumbfounded. Under Yu Mang's pressure as a supreme Great Emperor, he truly could not move. Even now, he could not understand how Sikong Jing had managed to withstand such Great Emperor pressure.
"Are you sure my fierce beast clone only knows how to assassinate?"
Sikong Jing countered with another question...
The moment he asked this, Yu Mang's spiritual projection of consciousness suddenly emerged once more from the Eight Tribulation Prison Race member, his voice turning slightly cold. "Your fierce beast clone isn't inside your body, but in... the Burial Emperor Battlefield?"
Staring at Sikong Jing, who remained brimming with confidence, Yu Mang abruptly guessed the truth.
Then he sharply turned his head toward the depths of the passageway. Just as he had expected, a violent surge of battlefield Yin spirits came rolling out from a damaged breach at the nearest point.
This mass of battlefield Yin spirits had clearly been driven out by someone.
The spiritual projection twisted slightly, and Yu Mang immediately shouted, "Everyone, prepare the Nine Heavens Sword Dao."
The instant his words fell... Boom!
From the damaged breach spewing out battlefield Yin spirits, a Humanoid Fierce Beast leaped forth. Naturally, it was Sikong Jing's Beast Heart Body. At this moment, his entire Beast Heart Body seemed to be shrouded within the battlefield Yin spirits.
That was right. The Beast Heart Body he had split off inside the battlefield earlier had charged out through the damaged breach.
It burst out carrying an enormous mass of battlefield Yin spirits.
Mu Bujun's pupils contracted wildly at the sight. "Sikong Jing, you truly are cunning. Everyone,