Sikong Jing, the Dark Wing

"If you were Lu Lingun, would you do this?" Sikong Jing countered.

Upon hearing this, Lian Guang instantly put himself in Lu Lingun's shoes, and his whole body shook violently... Back in the Twelve Prefectures of the Gloom Plains, when Commander Sikong had served as temporary commander-in-chief, he had angered Lu Lingun into vomiting blood every single day.

Every day, the enemy had been at the gates. If Cheng Yusui had not suddenly arrived, the Twelve Prefectures of the Gloom Plains would already have fallen.

Lu Lingun would have long since pissed himself in terror.

Faced with such a terrifying general and marshal, if he were Lu Lingun, he would never let him go—not even if the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart.

There were only two choices for Sikong Jing: kill him, or recruit him!

Just as Lian Guang's expression kept changing, Sikong Jing issued a stern command, "Immediately send word to General Ning. Have him lead the million Soulfall Bandits out of the Soul Piercing Mountain Range and strike toward the Northern Mountains. Then return to the Long Night Empire through the Northern Mountains!"

Lian Guang was now convinced that Lu Lingun would stop at nothing. He did not dare delay, promptly accepting the order and sending the message.

"Now we will head north at once as well, then meet up with General Ning in the Northern Mountains," Sikong Jing shouted again.

The seven hundred Eternal Night Wolf Guards immediately sprang into action.

Before that, however, Sikong Jing still had to deal with the Steel Bone Flying Vulture. It needed time to recover, and even two or three months might be too little.

Naturally, he could not leave it here, yet its massive body made it impossible to take along.

Thus, Sikong Jing had the Eternal Night