Pressure!
A powerful force of oppression!
His head felt like it was going to explode!
The Demon Path Demon Son was sweating on his forehead. He had a premonition that if he said another word, his head would be crushed by the hand in front of him.
"Follow my plan!" Yang Yan continued.
He lowered his hand and used secret transmission to relay his instructions.
After listening, the tall Demon Path Demon Son's expression changed.
Although Yang Yan didn't say much about the plan's reason, he knew clearly.
This person in front of him had terrifying cultivation, far stronger than ordinary successor disciples and direct disciples.
And just the opponent's plan was also mysterious and unpredictable, almost certainly scheming something grand!
"Hurry up and do it!" Yang Yan's cold voice reached the ears of the tall Demon Path Demon Son.
It made him shiver and his mind cleared.
"Right away, right away!" He hurriedly began to do as Yang Yan said.
