Not long after, Lu Ming and the other three made their way to the outer perimeter of the life spirit, the heavenly court.
As for the heavenly human tribe cultivators, the ten thousand gods had taken care of them all, including Ye Wu, a monstrous genius.
The original gods and the heavenly human tribe were mortal enemies, and the myriad gods were born from the essence, Qi, and spirit of dozens of original gods. They were born to hate the heavenly human tribe and would not rest until one of them was dead. Therefore, he had never been soft-hearted when dealing with the heavenly human tribe.
After killing the cultivators of the heavenly human tribe, Lu Ming put away their storage rings and prepared to return to his life spirit, the heavenly court.
After all, some of the heavenly human tribe cultivators had escaped, and the news would spread very quickly. It was not good to stay here for long.
In any case, they had already gained enough from this trip.
