The tongue of the sea snake was like a soft whip, sweeping out with lightning speed. Although the young man was strong, he couldn't escape at all and was directly wrapped by the tongue.
With a forceful grip, the sound of bones breaking could be heard. The young man spat out a large mouthful of blood and revealed a look of despair.
"Save me, quickly save me ..."
The young man screamed in pain.
However, it was impossible for anyone to save him, because the other heaven's favorites had already retreated. No one dared to stop, let alone save him.
Lu Ming retreated even faster. He stepped on his boots of wind extinguisher and had already run far away.
What a joke, that sea snake was too terrifying.
Lu Ming had felt this aura many times before. There was no doubt that it was the aura of a quasi-Emperor.
That sea snake was a quasi-Emperor existence.
