"Patriarch, don't kill him. Just kill him. It's too easy on him. I want to throw him into the formation and watch him die miserably as his flesh and blood are melted by the formation,"
The great elder shouted, his eyes extremely ferocious.
His son had died in the formation because of Lu Ming. His flesh and blood had been melted. He wanted Lu Ming to die in the formation too. Only then could he vent the hatred in his heart.
"Alright, then send him into the formation."
Gu Xiong nodded. He waved his hand and a powerful force gushed out. Lu Ming was pushed by this force and flew into the formation.
"He's back!"
Lu Ming was speechless. He gathered his divine power to resist the blood-red mist outside.
&Nbsp; however, because of the battle outside, no one activated the array, so it operated rather slowly. The mist wasn't thick, so the number of ancient God descendants that had fallen was not particularly high.
