However, if the young Weng were to die here, it would be even more tragic because he is merely in the Martial Battle Realm and hasn't yet formed his own spiritual shadow... If he dies, nothing will remain of him in this world.
Swallowing hard, the young Weng looked at Sikong Jing beside him.
He saw Sikong Jing's face remained calm, even slightly closing his eyes to sense the dozens of spiritual shadow breaths frozen around him. At this time, the shadows that had just killed the Refining Copper Manor disciple below emerged.
But then, bang bang bang...
Around them, the shadows shattered as Sikong Jing completed his comprehension. When those dozen shadows approached, Sikong Jing had already reopened his eyes, countering them with similar force.
Soon, these dozen shadows, including the one belonging to the Refining Copper Manor disciple, were all dispersed by Sikong Jing.
