Fortune and Misfortune Go Hand in Hand, Tang San Coughs Blood

"Damn it, Brother Long, the situation may be even more serious than we imagined..."

After hearing Dragon One's words, Afan suddenly revealed a bitter smile and pulled out several Soul Crystals from his Storage Soul Tool, quickly recovering his strength.

"I suspect His Majesty and the others may have entered some high-energy plane? I can no longer sense the soul auras of the old master and mistress! Only the planar barrier of a high-energy plane could block the power of the Soul Link."

"Look at the high-level nodes in the Soul Network. His Majesty, the old master, and the mistress are all offline! When Master entered that Angel Temple before, the connection was merely unstable. Now they've vanished altogether!"

"There's still an intermittent connection on His Majesty's side. But when I just tried sending messages to the mistress and old master through the Soul Network, they wouldn't go through at all. I can't find where they are."

"Damn it!"

Dragon One cursed, swallowed Afan in one gulp, and caught him with its claws.

Its several-hundred-meter-long body instantly shrank to less than ten meters in midair. With a thunderous crash, it plunged straight from the aerial passage into the Hub Hall.

Its Soul Power swept across the area.

When it saw Nana unconscious in the embrace of a Silver Skeleton, the ghostly blue Soul Fire in Dragon One's eye sockets flared brightly.

With a flap of its wings, it flew over. Its other free claw grabbed Nana, and it immediately took flight again, heading toward the administrative building within the Demi-plane.

"There's no time to explain. Come with me first."

"Ah! Dragon One, what are you doing!"

Nana was startled. She had yet to recover from being forcibly ejected earlier.

Afan immediately cast several wind-element spells on her to ease her