The three people on the ground, disheveled, were stunned for a moment; Zheng Laojiu was the first to speak, quickly describing the situation.
Hearing that Zhao Douan might have been dragged into a dream by the Demon Path, Ma Yan's heart sank violently!
Trouble!
A fine sweat broke out on his forehead, this was the situation he feared the most.
Although it was said that the Martial God's methods could, to a certain extent, resist the Demon Path through visualization, who could say for sure how effective it would be? After all, the Demon Path had returned to the Capital well-prepared.
"You all go back immediately to guard his body; I will go look for the Demon Path!" Ma Yan, not hesitating, immediately ordered.
Then, without waiting for the three to reply, he turned his head to look at Wu Ling, whom he held by the hand, his eyes cold and stern:
"Speak! Where is the person!?"
