At this moment, Sikong Jing felt an inexplicable pressure, surging overwhelmingly onto his heart.
One had to know that his Mad Beast Sword Dao was no longer what it had been before. Within the Dark Demon Small World, he had comprehended and fused it for another five years. Moreover, this was the Burial Emperor Battlefield, perhaps the place closest to those so-called rules.
Even though it had been unleashed by the Beast Heart Body, Sikong Jing's true body still felt as though something was about to descend upon him.
"Brother Sikong..."
Seeing this, Falling Beard urged from beside him, not understanding why Sikong Jing was spacing out.
As though waking from a dream, Sikong Jing viciously shut out that inexplicable pressure in his heart and said resolutely, "Attack..."
They could not delay any longer. They had to launch their attack while they still had this window.
He immediately charged alongside Falling Beard toward that Eight-Tribulation Emperor Venerable controlled by Yu Mang's spirit projection.
Yet no matter how much Yu Mang was merely a projected spirit, he was still a super monster among old monsters. At the very instant the small fragment of the Sacred Pearl blocked the ninth-level Yin Spirit Evil Qi, Yu Mang unleashed two more Army-Slaying Sword Forms, stabbing toward Sikong Jing and Falling Beard.
"Urgh..."
With a low growl, the Eight-Tribulation Prison Race member controlled by Yu Mang had clearly overexerted himself, spitting out a mouthful of blood. At the instant Yu Mang attacked Sikong Jing and Falling Beard, all the Prison Race members vomited blood in unison as well!
There was no helping it. What they faced was the Mad Beast Sword Strike, along with the ninth-level Yin Spirit Evil Qi driven forward by that Mad Beast Sword Strike.
On top of that, Sikong Jing's true