"It's you again. Double the punishment!"
The next instant, the same voice the Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow had heard seemed to emerge from the tribulation clouds.
Sikong Jing was utterly bewildered. "What did I do this time?"
The distance was too great. After his main body had made a trip to the Vast Cosmos Great World and returned, he had yet to share memories with the Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow. He had no idea what had happened.
Before he could think further, a Mystic Gold Thunder the size of an ordinary demon beast came crashing down viciously.
Meanwhile, Xie Bumian and Old Lady Chen flashed out from within a dark blood-colored giant mountain.
They had been hiding in the Burial Emperor Battlefield for several years. They had encountered danger many times, but Xie Bumian was indeed formidable—among the old guard of the Sword Clan, she was only a hair beneath Yu Xianpo.
They had escaped danger time and again, and had even slain several Prison Race members from the Hell Array who had pursued them.
Yet before they understood the situation, they truly did not dare leave the Burial Emperor Battlefield. Although they had received signal beads warning them from Falling Beard, there was no guarantee that Falling Beard himself had sent them.
Perhaps those Prison Race members had obtained Falling Beard's signal beads and were trying to deceive them.
Now, their goal was to wait for Yu Xianpo to successfully pass his Great Emperor Tribulation.
At that moment, they suddenly looked at each other. "Someone is undergoing tribulation nearby. Is it a ploy to lure us in, or something else?"
After a brief hesitation, Xie Bumian made her decision. "Sikong Jing and Brother Falling Beard have crushed signal beads more than once. Perhaps we truly are safe. In any case,