Why had it turned out like this?
Of course, it was because Shi Feng had been far too full of himself. Even the four major Origin Universe forces had been too full of themselves. They believed that even if Shi Feng charged out and circled around into the space between Sikong Jing and the tens of thousands of Prison Race members, nothing could possibly happen to him.
They had long since seen through the cultivation levels of those tens of thousands of Prison Race members.
They had observed Sikong Jing just as clearly. He was merely at the same realm as Shi Feng, and Shi Feng, whose talent in the Nine Heavens Sword Dao was exceptionally powerful, was invincible among those of the same level. There was simply nothing to worry about.
Even without the four major forces, including the Seven Decree Sect, holding down the fort...
Against tens of thousands of Prison Race members whose strongest was only an Eight-Tribulation Emperor Venerable, Shi Feng's chance of escaping was one hundred percent.
That was right. Shi Feng was someone capable of fighting an Eight-Tribulation Emperor Venerable to a draw. Escaping from the hands of tens of thousands of Prison Race members should have been absurdly easy.
But who could have known that among those tens of thousands of Prison Race members lurked an Emperor-level intent spirit shadow—an exceptionally terrifying Emperor at that? And that Vast Universe Sikong whatever-his-name-was seemed even stronger than Shi Feng.
"Escape?"
"How am I supposed to escape?"
Panic surged within Shi Feng to the utmost extreme. He looked at Sikong Jing before him, then at the tens of thousands of Prison Race members attacking from behind. Yet he swiftly calmed down again. Suddenly... Boom!
He detonated the true qi throughout his body, borrowing the power of