A martial artist of his level has control over his body down to the most basic particles.
Even so, he lost control, which shows just how angry he really was.
The Child of Prophecy, sensing the danger, hurriedly offered comfort: "Leader, the situation hasn't deteriorated to an irreversible point, let me guide you back first, as long as you return, everything will be okay!"
Really?
Ignatius was willing to trust the Child of Prophecy this time, because he had no choice but to believe, or else the reality would be too harsh.
However…
"What's going on?"
Ignatius frowned.
A few minutes had passed, yet the Child of Prophecy remained silent.
"Can't you sense where I am at all?"
This…
Cold sweat was dripping from the forehead of the Child of Prophecy.
He hesitated for a long time, but had to admit it truthfully, there was no way to cover this up.
Ignatius was furious in an instant.
