Terrifying Soldier Dao Talent

But Sikong Jing was no ordinary person. He was a genius divine general forged on the battlefield. In an instant, he gathered the power of his spiritual platform and sea of consciousness, then calmly began piercing through the military formations within bit by bit, starting his observations from a tiny corner...

Yet even within a single tiny corner, there were dozens of different auras and dozens of different variations.

Before he knew it, Sikong Jing was no longer confused. Instead, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

To him, the Invincible Divine General, this was an entirely new world of military strategy, as though he were feasting on the finest delicacies of the mortal realm.

"Alright, come out first. If you observe for too long, it will harm your consciousness at your current level."

Just as Sikong Jing was on the verge of completely immersing himself in it, Su Old Devil's voice jolted him out of the military slaughter diagram.

At once, Sikong Jing felt bereft.

Su Old Devil had no idea that Sikong Jing had already become immersed in it. He pointed instead at the second military slaughter diagram.

Sikong Jing immediately probed into it again without hesitation.

In the next instant, an almost identical scene appeared before his eyes.

The same military slaughter formation diagram, the same intense killing, but the kingly killing intent was not as dense as in the first diagram.

After the same amount of time, Sikong Jing's consciousness was once again jolted out by Su Old Devil.

At this point, Su Old Devil asked in a low voice, "Now tell me—which one is real, and which one is fake?"

Sikong Jing nodded and pointed to the first one without the slightest hesitation. "This one is real."

No change appeared on Su Old Devil's face upon hearing