The Sudo Tree spirit melted into the surrounding gray fog. It stood there, but appeared as if it was in another void. It moved with the wind, proceeded in the mist, and existed in the gray fog.

There was no wind in the fog, but the spirit swayed as if blown around by the wind. A while later, a song came from the distance. In the heart of the gray fog, ghosts lined themselves up like disciples before their god. The Sudo Tree spirit joined their ranks, standing in place silently…

Whoosh— A great wind came, and the gray fog dissipated. Gao Peng sneezed and rubbed his nose. He was finally done absorbing the memory. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw people around him gazing with admiration or secretly studying him.

"Why are you looking at me?" Gao Peng frowned. "The enemy's still at large. Don't get distracted."

"It's already… finished." You Zijin looked at Gao Peng with a complex expression.

"Master, the enemy has been beheaded," Dumby's voice said in Gao Peng's mind.

"Is that so