With no other choice, Sikong Jing could only unleash his Tribulation-Breaking Power with all his might.
Even so, he was still at a slight disadvantage against the Seven Decree Emperor. But this was precisely what he wanted—to temper himself, to seek that flash of insight.
"More than that..."
"If the Seven Decree Emperor dies too quickly, the other sect-master-level Great Emperors will realize they can't face me alone and will find a way to gather together. Then I won't have any opponents left to temper myself against."
Time passed...
The one-on-one battle between Sikong Jing and the Seven Decree Emperor continued. The latter roared without pause. He knew perfectly well that he was becoming Sikong Jing's whetstone, but he had no choice...
If he did not fight, he would die!
When are you people coming?
Hurry up—and whatever you do, don't come alone. Otherwise, you'll end up just like me.
The Seven Decree Emperor roared wildly in his heart, but of course, he had no way to send a message out. All he could do was desperately hold on.
Finally, the evil baleful aura in a certain direction surged once more.
A low, terrifying old woman's voice rang out from afar. "Wan Qi..."
Wan Qi, who had yet to break through her tribulation, trembled all over at the sound...
Instinctively, she looked toward the Divine Cosmos Ship rolling through the evil baleful aura. Standing atop it was none other than the Ten Thousand Flames Emperor.
That terrifying hatred seemed capable of tearing everything apart—tearing her apart.
Wan Qi's eyes were bloodshot. She wanted to explain.
But she knew that any explanation would be useless. She wanted to scream for the Ten Thousand Flames Emperor to run, but when her eyes met Sikong Jing's gaze, she swallowed the words back down.