Ancient God Emperor

Under the huge gates, the black-armoured general's eyes shimmered in astonishment, fixated on Jian Wushuang.

After a moment of silence, the general finally spoke. "You are smart, but even if you know this Dao soldier's being controlled by the Ancient God Emperor, what else can you do?"

"Haha, if you were alive, defending your gates with your consciousness-controlled Dao soldier alone would suffice. But what's left of you is that very strand of consciousness, and a brittle one. It's already extremely difficult for you to remain within these gates, don't even bother mentioning engaging in battle!"

"Which means to say, the longer your soldier fights with me, the more damage it brings to your strand of consciousness. That's why you didn't want to fight me from the very beginning, convincing me to leave. Am I right?" Jian Wushuang grinned as he watched the general.