"Fortunately, Brother Lu is here." Xiao Yunhe finally relaxed. Seeing the figure in the sky launching palm seals after palm seals and making the five brothers fly up and down, he felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was a thorough beating.
The violent beating lasted for about 15 minutes or so before the five brothers finally fell to the ground with bruises on their faces.
Lu Zhou's movements were as graceful as a cat's as he landed on the ground.
Now that the fight was over, silence descended.
Lu Zhou placed his hands on his back before he slowly walked forward. After he came to a stop next to the three brothers, he asked tonelessly, "Do you still want to continue?"
Lu Zhou knew these five people were not simple. It was their bad luck that the supreme mystic power was the natural nemesis of witchcraft.
