In the Chaos Void, in the Great Dao Palace, Lu Ming's immortal soul was in pain. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and his face was pale.
Terrifying!
Up until now, there were not many things that could make Lu Ming feel terrified.
However, the space battlefield in the real world was absolutely terrifying.
It was like a war between the hundred clans. Countless experts participated in the battle.
"What is the reason for so many races to die in the starry sky…There's definitely a big problem in the real world. Even the Great Dao Palace has fallen."
Lu Ming pondered for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.
That was the real world. It was separated from him, and he could not enter the real world. What was the point of thinking about this?
Lu Ming closed his eyes to cultivate. Soon, he made up for the loss of his mental thoughts.
" Eh? My spiritual thought left a mark in the real world and set the coordinates."
