There were a total of four major races guarding the four directions. Each race had at least a hundred people. Powerful auras gathered and pressed toward Lu Ming. The air was filled with a heavy pressure.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Just do it directly!"
An elite of the Sorcerer tribe shouted. Then, more than 100 young sorcerer tribesmen formed a battle formation. Each of them took out a Soundwave-type divine weapon.
Thump thump ...
Clang clang ...
All sorts of sounds rang out at the same time. Then, they gathered together and rushed toward Lu Ming.
With so many people forming a battle formation and casting soul attacks at the same time, even Lu Ming's expression changed. He did not dare to be careless.
Even the bell of heavenly evil would not be able to withstand the soul attacks of so many people. Their souls would be shattered.
