At the same time, inside the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall.
The Sacred Wall Gate had not only closed, but vanished without a trace once again.
Inside the little tree hollow where Sikong Jing had originally been, Gan Wumie was utterly dumbfounded. He had been just about to enslave that little brat, yet the latter had summoned the Sacred Wall Gate.
What followed was a string of events that left Gan Wumie completely bewildered...
The Sacred Wall Gate opened, erupting with terrifying vitality and aura.
Then the Qianyuan War Puppet, which he had ordered to seize the little brat, was frozen in place by the Sacred Wall Gate's power. After that, the damned Qianyuan War Puppet had suddenly regained consciousness after nearly three thousand years.
At that point, Gan Wumie thought he was finished. Yet that little brat abruptly disappeared and even left the Sacred Wall.
Then the crack in the Sacred Wall Gate closed again.
Finally, the Sacred Wall Gate vanished completely as well. What the hell was all this?
"Why did that little brat suddenly run away?"
This was the thing Gan Wumie understood least right now. He could understand the Qianyuan War Puppet regaining consciousness, because the vitality within the Sacred Wall Gate was simply too terrifying, and its power unfathomably mysterious.
But why the hell had that little brat run off? He had been about to claim the Sacred Wall for himself!
Crack, crack...
Just as Gan Wumie's head was spinning, the Qianyuan War Emperor before him let out terrifying sounds throughout his body. From the moment he had first awakened until now, the Qianyuan War Emperor had been unable to control his war puppet body—but now, he finally could.
"Gan Wumie, I want you dead." The Qianyuan War Emperor's voice was hoarse and terrifying, and then