Looking at Mu Fusheng's attitude, Nan Congyin's face looked extremely ugly. He glanced over at He Shangke, who was still desperately attacking the Eight Peaks Thunder Prison, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a sky-blue scroll from his interspatial ring.
The Dao Intent flowing on its surface drifted through the entire space!
Mu Fusheng's expression tensed as he saw this.
Huh? That doesn't look like something for transmitting messages, does it?
Before making a move, Mu Fusheng had already set up a talisman barrier to block information entering or leaving. Together with Fang Qiong, it meant that as long as there was any interference, the other side absolutely couldn't get any information out in a short time!
Mu Fusheng hadn't ruled out other possibilities either.
Like a clone arriving, or maybe a projection like Master's.
But for this sort of thing, Mu Fusheng didn't really have a way to stop it—at least not yet.
