Hearing Sikong Jing's words, Gan Wumie frowned as well.
Then his spirit-shadow power once again suppressed and enveloped Sikong Jing...
"Could it really be that I haven't used my power for too long and made a mistake?"
"Hmph, then I'll first blast my spirit-shadow power into your Spirit Platform consciousness sea, then use a secret technique to turn you into my slave."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gan Wumie's spirit-shadow power fiercely lunged toward Sikong Jing's Spirit Platform consciousness sea.
A cold glint flashed through Sikong Jing's eyes, yet he did not resist.
This was exactly what he wanted—Gan Wumie using part of his spirit-shadow power to strike his Spirit Platform, which he could then destroy with the power of the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison. The moment Gan Wumie dared enter, his spirit shadow would immediately suffer grave injuries—or rather, his wounds would be compounded.
Perhaps he could even make him perish in body and soul on the spot!
But at that critical moment, Sikong Jing's expression changed... Buzz!
He suddenly broke free of Gan Wumie's enveloping power again. With a stomp of his foot, waves of tree markings surged wildly outward. He had no choice but to break free of Gan Wumie's control, because if he did not, Ye Wuzhi would die.
In another tree hollow, the Qianyuan War Puppet was about to kill Ye Wuzhi.
In other words, while Gan Wumie pursued Sikong Jing here, he was simultaneously controlling the Qianyuan War Puppet to kill Ye Wuzhi.
The gap in strength between Ye Wuzhi and the Qianyuan War Puppet was still far, far too vast. He could not possibly defeat it.
Thus, Sikong Jing could only first break free of control and save Ye Wuzhi...
Just as mentioned before, Sikong Jing was now the same as