Lu Lingun, Vomiting to the Sky

"Lu Lingun, withdraw your troops at once, or your losses will be catastrophic." Sikong Jing's rolling voice rang out.

Lu Lingun's face had gone utterly pale. He stared fixedly at Sikong Jing and roared, "Impossible! Even the essence blood of a Steel Bone Flying Vulture couldn't possibly draw out such terrifying demonic beasts."

This truly should have been impossible. The essence blood of a Steel Bone Flying Vulture could, at most, trigger a small beast tide.

There was no way Soul-Reversal Realm demonic beasts could appear.

Yet they had appeared before his very eyes. Lu Lingun was utterly thrown into disarray, but he still desperately wanted an answer from Sikong Jing.

"Oh, I seem to recall the Steel Bone Flying Vulture mentioning that it had also collected a tiny trace of Iron-Wing Divine Vulture blood. I suppose this clump of blood of mine contains that terrifying stuff," Sikong Jing replied with a smile.

He still would not reveal the essence blood of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. Instead, he used Iron-Wing Divine Vulture blood as a half-true, half-false excuse.

Then Sikong Jing's expression turned stern as he ordered, "Everyone, heed my command. Charge into the northern mountains."

"As long as we kill enough people, the beast tide will have more food, and all of us can survive."

At Sikong Jing's command, the Sixty-Sixth Legion charged out without hesitation. They trusted Sikong Jing completely.

Whatever command Sikong Jing gave, they would obey—even if it meant marching to their deaths.

The bandits, however, were dumbfounded. Something about those words seemed off.

But the entire Sixty-Sixth Legion had begun charging. If they did not charge too, were they supposed to stay behind and offer their heads to Lu Lingun?

Watching Sikong Jing and the Soulfall Bandits surge toward them like a rolling