Just like that, Lu Ming had been walking for about three hours. Suddenly, his eyes flickered.
He found that the number of evil souls here had suddenly decreased by a lot. They were scattered in twos and threes.
As he moved forward, he didn't even encounter a single evil soul. It was empty.
"There's a problem!"
Lu Ming had an idea. He reduced his speed, concealed his aura, and advanced carefully. Indeed, not long after, Lu Ming made a discovery.
In front of him, hundreds of figures flashed.
These people were all dressed in black robes. Their faces were thin and their eyes were cold.
They were all geniuses of the Sorcerer tribe!
There were more than a hundred heaven's favorites of the Sorcerer tribe. They were surrounding a Hill and doing something.
Lu Ming concealed his aura and hid behind a huge rock, looking ahead carefully.
The mound was huge, at least a hundred meters tall.
Looking from afar, Lu Ming finally made a discovery.
