Wu Mao moved with incredible speed, and his action was utterly unexpected—he snatched the command talisman into his hand in one grab.
The moment he had it, he immediately retreated, unable to keep a look of delight from appearing on his face.
He had already examined it carefully. This command talisman did not require one to claim it as master, nor did it need any arcane power to operate. Anyone who held it could use it. With this thing, one could control all the formations within the secret realm.
Earlier, he had deliberately urged Pu Lu to stack up as many formation gates as possible. While this was indeed highly advantageous for defense, it also drove the formation's power to its limit.
At such a critical moment, if the controller possessed arcane power, they could direct it smoothly. But Pu Lu had none, and that would leave a gap in the formation's operation.
If he struck at this moment, there would be no force left to obstruct him.
With his hand suddenly empty, Pu Lu was startled as well. Wu Mao had moved too quickly, and more importantly, he had never imagined that someone who had just helped him would turn around and seize his command talisman.
Still, his mind was quick. Rather than question Wu Mao's reasons, he recognized his own limits. He had no desire to face a cultivator himself; it would be best if someone else could help. So he called out, "He Xiu! Come help me!"
Wu Mao froze. He put away the command talisman, vigilantly scanned his surroundings, then looked at him and said, "Who are you talking to?"
Pu Lu suddenly realized that He Xiu had vanished at some point.
Seeing that there was still no movement around them, Wu Mao gave a scornful