Splash, splash...
In an instant, everyone plopped heavily back onto the ground, their faces turning pale once more.
Their spirits were nowhere to be found, instead, they shrieked, "You, you, you... why did you come back again?"
They were terrified, the sensation of falling from heaven to hell was just like this.
Sikong Jing, expressionless, glanced at them lightly...
"Thanks for the reminder, I truly didn't realize this earlier."
"I initially thought the East Dominator Branch could only have ten Emperor Martial Stage participants, and it shouldn't include someone as insignificant as Yang Zhi, but considering he managed to kill Pei Feishan, he might have gained Gong Ying's trust to join the Emperor Martial Stage battle."
"So, you all should just die."
After saying that, Sikong Jing swept across with his spear, without any hesitation.
