"Aargh!"
Sikong Jing couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, then, gritting his teeth, he accepted the method of circulating the demonic power.
His strong will forced him to persevere through the pain.
Just then, a cold voice reached his ears, "Sikong Jing, if you stay any longer, you'll be vibrated to death by the demon beast. Please, go ahead."
The speaker was none other than Leng Huo, the Lord of Yunzhou, who had appeared without anyone noticing.
What had just happened between Sikong Jing and the demon beast was known only to Sikong Jing himself.
Although the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts was boiling, it did not mean that True Qi was revealed.
Therefore, when Leng Huo saw Sikong Jing vomiting blood, he thought it was because the Transcendent Demon Beast's spiritual power had overwhelmed him.
Sikong Jing slowly raised his head, gazed deeply at the thousands of demon beasts once more, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.
