With a twitch of his lips, the Golden Tiger Emperor looked again at the demonic monkey in front of him.
His face turned an ashen gray as he said, "Sikong Jing's methods are truly miraculous. He was able to turn the demonic power within the demonic monkey into an aura belonging to himself so seamlessly that even I was deceived."
Whoosh...
As soon as the Golden Tiger Emperor's words fell, the demonic power in the area suddenly dispersed like a raging wind.
One by one, the Emperor Martial Stage demon beasts returned to their original positions, as the bottle tossed out by Sikong Jing had been completely emptied of blood, which had been snatched and devoured by the most powerful dozen or so demon beasts.
In an instant, the street returned to calm, but Sikong Jing's shadow was nowhere to be found.
Everyone who had just chased out of the grand square, whether in the open or hidden, stood dumbfounded.
