"Saint Lord, no!"
Meng Zhi was terrified by the proposal. He was not clear about Lu Li's true abilities. In his mind, Lu Li was too young and he was only at the middle stage of the Fate Wheel Realm. How could Lu Li be a worthy opponent of Meng Huo? Meng Huo could just stand there and let Lu Li hit him without getting hurt. Meng Zhi knew the defensive power of the Mammoth Race and the Titan Race too well.
Ye Cha was worried as well. He had lost track of the development of Lu Li's abilities. After Lu Li came back to the Northern Desert, he only fought twice. When he fought against Du Heng, Ye Cha was not around. When he was fighting with Chee-ker, Lu Li only used his Blood Claw but nothing else.
Bai Qiuxue was nervous as well. She whispered to him, "Lu Li, let me go. I can confuse his mind."
"No!"
