Yet just as Yu Jian kept drawing closer, sensing Sikong Jing's position, his gaze suddenly sharpened. "You discovered me again? And you actually descended straight onto the battlefield ground."
Yu Jian spoke in an icy voice, then followed his own senses and flashed wildly toward Sikong Jing's location.
With a thud, he landed firmly on the ground.
His gaze swept across the surroundings as Yu Jian said coldly, "Sikong Jing, right? The Yin Spirit Evil Qi here is no longer weak. How long can you hold out without unleashing Nine Heavens Sword Qi? How long can you keep hiding?"
For the moment, he could not locate Sikong Jing precisely, but Yu Jian was certain that Sikong Jing had to be somewhere nearby.
They had now reached a point twenty days' journey into the Burial Emperor Battlefield for the snow-white ship.
Here, it was nearly impossible to conceal one's entire aura for long. As soon as Sikong Jing could no longer withstand the battlefield's Yin spirits, he would inevitably have to unleash the Nine Heavens Sword Dao to resist and defend himself.
And then, his position would be exposed...
At that moment, Sikong Jing was hiding behind a massive boulder, dark-red battlefield soil beneath his feet.
Battlefield Yin spirits howled all around him, all of them eighth- or ninth-level beings, each trying to invade his body. Sikong Jing allowed them to enter, then used Nine Heavens Sword Qi within his body to destroy them.
Originally, Sikong Jing had planned to skirt along the outer wall of the passage and bypass Yu Jian.
But Yu Jian was terrifying enough to notice his detour at once. Aside from having his true body intercept him, he had also left behind a spirit-shadow clone to continue guarding the passage.
With no other choice, all Sikong