Lu Zhuo was unstoppable as he bulldozed his way towards the only exit.
But at the exit, there stood only one person.
A tall and upright youth with an ordinary expression.
"It's you…"
Lu Zhuo's smirk faded, revealing a trace of solemnity.
Suddenly, he felt a profound physical aura, and even the power of his bloodline felt a slight suppression.
"Chen Yu!"
Disciples from the Bone Demon Palace and the Three Sects Camp exclaimed in unison.
This was the last person standing in Lu Zhuo's way from both camps.
Victory or defeat would be decided in the next instant.
"Ha! You ultimately chose to be my enemy."
Lu Zhuo's expression turned cold.
He slowed down and suddenly pushed off the ground with force.
Vibrating roar!
Lu Zhuo's fist, with black iron patterns fluctuating on it, charged at Chen Yu amidst a burst of dark and yelling energy.
At that moment.
It seemed like a vague, dark beast's silhouette ferociously pounced towards Chen Yu.
