Due to the proximity, the suddenness of the change was such that Liu Ming had only managed to retreat by about twenty meters, while the other three Devil Men had barely made it ten meters back.
The faces of the other three Devil Men changed dramatically, wanting to take action to stop what was happening, but they had no time at all.
However, at this critical moment, Liu Ming's movement suddenly stalled. Instead of retreating, he lunged forward, and the image of a green ox on his shoulder flashed with light. It opened its mouth wide and let out a roar to the sky as it exhaled a pale green gust of wind. With one sweep, it enveloped the incoming blood-red light column, swallowing it whole as if it were food.
Simultaneously, a dragon's cry resonated!
A lifelike Mist Sea Dragon, brandishing its claws, burst forth from Liu Ming's arm and headed straight for the eight-sided spiritual pattern with a blood-red eye on the stone stele.
