Berserk God of War

Capítulo 1157: Chapter 1157: Demon Beast Battlefield

After eight days of frantic escape, Sikong Jing’s injuries had completely healed.

So now his perception of the two Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadows was more direct. To get rid of them or even kill them, he must elevate the realm of his Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness…

Currently, Sikong Jing’s Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness was equivalent to the Peak of the Spiritual Movement Realm.

Which meant he had to elevate his Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness to the Shadow Control Realm, the third realm in the Spirit Martial Stage, to have battling power.

But how could the Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness be broken through just like that?

During the five Great Realms of the Spirit Martial Stage, the most challenging breakthrough was the Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness, each level extremely difficult. Although it wasn’t as hard as entering the Spirit Martial Stage from the Martial Battle Stage, each Great Realm was a major checkpoint.

If you can’t pass, you’ll be forever stuck at a certain realm, unable to advance, no matter how strong your True Qi is.

Now, Sikong Jing, who was only in the Martial Battle Realm, already had a Spiritual Platform Sea Power equivalent to the Peak of the Spiritual Movement Realm. Just saying it would make countless people’s jaws drop, but he was still weak in front of two Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadows.

“No matter what, I must break through.”

Sikong Jing looked at the two Spirit Shadows catching up behind him, his eyes flashing resolutely, then he began to desperately sense the other Little Spirit Shadows drifting around. To break through, he must find inspiration among the surrounding Little Spirit Shadows…

But just at this moment… buzz!

Sikong Jing suddenly felt like he had hit some strange region.

But he didn’t have time to think more and continued to accelerate using the Blood Devouring Dragon Pearl. However, just a moment after accelerating, he was stunned.

“Is this the demon beast’s grave?”

He widened his eyes and looked around at the land, filled with demon beast bones, both Little Demon Beasts and Big Demon Beasts, some buried underground, others exposed to the weather above ground.

The variety of demon beasts was countless…

“No, this should be called a Demon Beast Burial Ground. It has no semblance of a grave; they all died in battle.”

Sikong Jing continued to accelerate while observing his surroundings.

Then he leaped high into the air, only to find that these demon beast corpses, like the two Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadows behind him, were divided into two factions and had died in combat.

In some giant demon bones, there were hundreds of Little Demon Beast bones.

It was clear that these Little Demon Beast bones had been swallowed alive by Big Demon Beasts when they were alive.

“The Soul Snatching Battlefield is indeed a battlefield, not only for the Human Clan but also for the demon beasts.”

Sikong Jing muttered to himself, furrowing his brows, “And where am I in the Soul Snatching Battlefield now? I haven’t seen anyone entering the battlefield for three days, probably because I’ve deviated from the conventional knowledge of the Soul Snatching Battlefield.”

In the first few days of the escape, Sikong Jing occasionally saw groups of people from the East Spirit in action.

But for the past three days, he hadn’t seen a single person. He had been fleeing aimlessly, completely unaware of his destination.

The Demon Beast Burial Ground ahead was something Weng Ting had never mentioned before…

Sikong Jing couldn’t help but recall what Ah Xie had said: in every past Soul Snatching Battle, the direction was judged based on the strength of the Spirit Shadows, proceeding from the Spirit Battle Realm and Spirit Movement Realm until the Emperor Martial Stage level Spirit Shadow was found.

It was always one direction, continually advancing.

In other words, the direction for past Soul Snatching Battles was fixed, but now he was likely heading in the opposite direction, a direction that perhaps no one had ever set foot in.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing looked back at the two Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadows chasing him, secretly speculating…

“Suppose, in the ancient Soul Snatching Battlefield, two major forces were contending. The Soul Snatching Battlefield that East Spirit geniuses entered before was possibly just the territory of one force, and now I’ve entered the territory of another force.”

“In other words, the opening of the Soul Snatching Battlefield might just be an act of one ancient force.”

“The other force has not made any moves.”

After all, the Demon Beast Burial Ground in front was untouched, hence Sikong Jing’s speculation…

And Sikong Jing didn’t know yet that he was correct!

The opening of the Soul Snatching Battlefield every ten years was done by the blood-colored giant cat kidnapping Hua Meixi. Every Soul Snatching Battle took place on the blood-colored giant cat’s territory, and now Sikong Jing was almost entering the Double-Horned Demon Tiger’s territory.

But he didn’t know, so he quickly shook his head, saying, “Why am I thinking so much? I need to break through quickly.”

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing scanning his eyes around.

Then he was dumbfounded. Previously, he said he would absorb Spirit Shadows to find ideas for a breakthrough, but this Demon Beast Battlefield seemed to have no Spirit Shadows?

As he pondered, Sikong Jing’s Spiritual Platform Sea Power suddenly surged out, and then his whole body trembled wildly, “No, there are Spirit Shadows here, and they are endless demon beast spirit shadows…”

He sensed them, countless demon beast spirit shadows sleeping underground.

Swish swish…

Just as Sikong Jing couldn’t help but be shocked, the two Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadows suddenly closed in on him. For some reason, they suddenly stopped entangling in battle and pressed directly onto him.

Moreover, they almost made the same move, once again trying to drill into Sikong Jing’s body.

Sikong Jing’s eyes flashed coldly, and he said, “I’m afraid they instinctively feel that in the demon beast battlefield’s territory, they don’t want to stay long.”

“They just want to quickly achieve results, to take me down quickly.”

In his heart, Sikong Jing was saying this as his eyes flashed coldly. Deliberately releasing a sliver of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts’ aura, he said, “Since you are wary of the demon beast battlefield, then…all demon beast spirit shadows, come out for me.”

As soon as the words fell… roar roar roar!

The moment the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts burst forth, the entire Demon Beast Battlefield almost instantly froze.

Then, loud roars came up from the earth, and one by one, the spirit shadows of the dead demon beasts crazily emerged from the earth, from the demon beast bones. The entire Demon Beast Battlefield seemed to come to life.

In an instant, the ground became filled with demon beast spirit shadows.

The terrifying spirit shadow power gathered like a Wind Roll, rushing madly in Sikong Jing’s direction, and instantly it crashed ferociously into the two Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadows trying to penetrate Sikong Jing’s body, knocking them skyward.

Simultaneously, ten thousand beasts boiled over!

Countless demon beast spirit shadows rose to the sky, overwhelming Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing had already stopped accelerating to escape. Standing at the center of the countless demon beast spirit shadows, he said with a twitch of his mouth, “Even in death, the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts still drives the demon beasts mad, they instinctively want to devour me.”

As he said this, Sikong Jing dared not delay in retracting the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Then his whole body exuded the aura of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, merging into the countless Beast Shadows…

If it were a living demon beast, it surely wouldn’t be so easily deceived by Sikong Jing, but only the instinctive demon beast spirit shadows, in the moment the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts disappeared, were directly bewildered.

They must have been frantically questioning, where did the Fierce Beast just go?

Sikong Jing didn’t care about them, quietly diving into the ground, his entire being blending into the earth, only a pair of eyes exposed above ground.