The eight bloody figures were destroyed by Lu Ming one by one and sealed one by one.
Very soon, Lu Ming had sealed six of them.
Just as Lu Ming was about to seal the remaining two bloody figures in one go, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. There was a sharp pain between his eyebrows, as if someone had pressed a sword against it.
This was not the first time Lu Ming had experienced such a feeling.
Danger. Lu Ming would only have such a feeling when it was extremely dangerous.
Lu Ming rushed out of the lake without hesitation but he was still one step too late.
BOOM!
The lake water swept up and a huge water pillar suddenly shot out. Its head was as sharp as a sword and it pierced towards Lu Ming from top to bottom at an astonishing speed.
Lu Ming's figure stopped in a daze. He changed his position in mid-air and avoided the attack of the water pillar.
