"This place forbids attachment."
After Sifa released his control, a majestic voice rang out. Sifa turned and saw a figure walking through the forest. The man wore a black formal suit, a golden mask, his silver-white hair combed back, and white gloves. He was lowering the hand he had extended toward the temple.
From within the wall of one of the temple buildings, a figure seemed to be rejected and bounced out. It staggered forward two steps before managing to stand firm.
Once the figure left the wall, it could no longer maintain its inconspicuous state. Its appearance rapidly emerged, though it was not yet completely solid and retained a certain degree of transparency.
However, Sifa could already see clearly that it was an old man. His gray-white hair was sparse, the wrinkles on his face as deep as if carved with a knife. His skin was dark brown, nearly black, and his features bore the characteristics of a Southern Continent native.
He looked like a puppet, devoid of any trace of life, emanating an air of deathly stillness.
The moment the old man appeared, he opened his mouth, seemingly intending to unleash the ultimate curse he had been brewing for so long upon his opponent—the Loen military Demigod.
The Demigod immediately made a cufflink on his right sleeve shine with a pale blue light. His entire body suddenly vanished from where he stood and flashed behind the Rose School Demigod.
The Loen Demigod raised his arm and clenched his fist, about to proclaim something, when the old man disappeared from his spot. His figure appeared in a shard of glass a hundred meters away.
This was not attachment. It was "Mirror Jump." The Rose School Demigod then used all kinds of reflective or smooth objects as springboards, swiftly leaving