Most of his power had been drawn away by Yu Mang's spirit projection to defend against Sikong Jing's true body and Falling Beard...
The Prison Race troops on the outskirts naturally could not withstand the Beast Heart Body's assault. They exploded one after another into clouds of blood mist.
Screams rang out without end.
Yet Yu Mang's spirit projection paid them no heed. It stared fixedly at Sikong Jing and Falling Beard as it asked...
"Not only did you withstand my Emperor-level pressure yourself, you even lifted the pressure from this Eight-Tribulation Sword Clan member."
"How did you do it?"
He was truly shocked...
An Emperor-level spirit projection of will did not possess much combat power itself and could only fight by possessing a body. Its true trump card was its pressure—and he was far stronger than ordinary Emperors...
He had always believed that his pressure could not possibly be blocked.
Still, when Sikong Jing had initially withstood his pressure, Yu Mang had not found it strange.
He had assumed it was because Sikong Jing possessed a deeper level of the Nine Heavens Sword Dao. Yet just as Sikong Jing had said, he had merely been probing all along, and now he had already tested the strength of Sikong Jing's Sword Dao.
Logically, a Five-Tribulation Emperor Venerable should not have been able to withstand it at close range. That was why he had wanted to pry open Sikong Jing's glabella.
But unexpectedly...
Not only had Sikong Jing withstood it himself, he had even shielded the Eight-Tribulation Sword Clan member beside him...
"I already said that Brother Falling Beard would be able to act."
Meeting Yu Mang's spirit projection's gaze, Sikong Jing spoke calmly. Yu Mang had no idea that Sikong Jing's resistance to pressure was not simply due to the