Lu Yan was livid inside.
"Sending them to their deaths without allowing them to resist, what kind of bullshit reasoning is that?"
He would certainly not sit around waiting for death.
Several divine-level body cultivating martial arts were activated simultaneously, and with a chop of his palm, he clashed with Miao Yan in one strike.
Bang!
Lu Yan staggered back, smashing several huge boulders, his face flushed red, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His Primordial Spirit shone brilliantly, the Thunder Sword buzzed, ready for a desperate final battle.
With an Immortal Third Layer powerhouse as the opponent, he was definitely no match, but he wouldn't sit around waiting for death.
"Huh? To actually block one of my moves, how audacious..."
