Before Sikong Jing could even react...
Gan Wumie's hoarse voice came from beside his ear. "Kid, I, Gan Wumie, have been hunted by countless people across Boundless Sea, yet I've never suffered such brutal torment. You're the first, damn you."
"My spirit shadow is on the verge of scattering, but I absolutely will not die. I have plenty of ways to escape."
Sikong Jing's expression darkened sharply upon hearing this.
Naturally, he had no idea what method Gan Wumie had used to flee, but he was not overly surprised. An old monster like this, who had lived for who knew how many years, would have all manner of unimaginable means.
Of course, this method was clearly self-mutilating and would have an enormous, enormous impact on Gan Wumie.
His spirit shadow's power had probably fallen to the Spirit Martial Stage by now.
Then Gan Wumie roared again, "You can't find my location now. I'm already a thousand miles away. I'll be back—I'll definitely make you regret what you did today."
"I will definitely make you help revive my true body."
As those words fell, Sikong Jing's expression grew even gloomier.
He had crossed a thousand miles in the blink of an eye, and Sikong Jing could not even determine the direction from his voice. This was troublesome.
Even with the Space Sacred Key in hand, he could not use it now.
"Kid, your dearest kin will surely die because you refused to become my slave. You'll regret this very soon."
"Hahahaha..."
"I'll definitely go to Willow Leaf City and enjoy the sight of you weeping to heaven and crying to earth."
Gan Wumie's voice still seemed to pierce through space as he laughed madly...
Yet at that moment, Gan Wumie's laughter suddenly turned into a ghostly shriek. "You Qianyuan dog, how