The four spoke without the slightest restraint. Yu Ke heard every word, and his heart sank.
So Li Qingshui's group had also been hunted by the North Sea Demon Court. Zhou Liang was with them.
There was no time to lose. If he delayed any longer, even if he found them in the end, Zhou Liang might already be a cold corpse.
High above, three Demon Marshals stood in midair, their immense pressure pouring down.
The sect disciples below felt a crushing weight on their hearts. Fear rose within them, and even breathing became difficult.
Volcano Boy was especially troublesome. They had faced him head-on just days ago and knew how terrifying his fire-wielding divine ability was.
The wine gourd on his back was stranger still. It could summon torrents of magma from thin air, with power far beyond what ordinary Daoist arts could withstand.
Yan Susu had fought him before. If Lan Yu had not rescued her in time, she would have perished in the sea of flames.
Ma Dao kept a steady expression, but gravity had entered his eyes. This is bad.
Three Demon Marshals had appeared at once. They had clearly come prepared and laid a death trap.
Once battle began, there would be no swift victory. If it dragged on, the Lesser Demon Saint whom even Senior Brother Lan Yu feared would arrive.
Then none of them would have the slightest chance of escape.
Lan Yu looked up at the three Demon Marshals and said nothing.
Only after a moment did he speak. "Attack."
"I'll deal with Volcano Boy."
As he spoke, he did not look at the two Inner Disciples beside him, Yan Susu and Ma Dao. Instead, he turned to Yu Ke and Chen Jingqiu.
"I'll leave the rest to you three junior brothers."