The moment Lu Li entered the Wicked Sorcery Mountain, Ming Yu looked like he had lost his soul. He fell from midair to the ground, battered out of his senses. He gazed into the mountain with the rolling dark purple fog with agony in his eyes.
The four warriors of the Noble Lord Realm flew down and stood next to him. One of the warriors patted Ming Yu’s shoulder and said, "Bro, don’t be so upset. Maybe your Young Master is a blessed man and he can come out safely…"
The patriarch of the Du Family couldn’t even believe his own words and he lowered his voice at the second half of the sentence. The other three sighed. They would only be met with death if they were to go in, let alone Lu Li. After all, Lu Li was only at the Soul Pond Realm.
Ming Yu stood in depression. He didn’t hear what the patriarch of the Du Family said. After a while, the Bead of Life suddenly came out from his abdomen and glared. Then he jumped out and rushed into the Wicked Sorcery Mountain.
