Elder mo hun said coldly as he stood in the sky.
More experts charged at Lu Ming. Lu Ming cooperated with bubbles and fought a bloody battle.
With Lu Ming's current combat strength, no one could kill him unless they were in the great circle of the bright Saint stage.
"All of you, attack and end the battle quickly!"
Elder mo hun ordered the four middle-aged men behind him.
"Yes!"
The four middle-aged men nodded, their expressions dull. Then, they stepped forward, exuding a terrifying aura.
This was the aura of a Supreme Saint.
Everyone's expression changed.
The other side had four Supreme Saints, which was enough to overturn the battle.
One of them stepped forward and charged at Lu Ming.
"Not good!"
Yang tianzong, Longyuan mountain and the rest's expressions changed.
Lu Ming would not stand a chance against a great saint.
"Kill!"
