Lu Ming struck twelve palms in a row, clashing with the twelve cauldrons.
There were 12 consecutive booms. All 12 cauldrons were blown up by Lu Ming.
"Kill!"
After blowing up the 12 cauldrons, Lu Ming continued to charge towards the magnificent cauldron like an invincible God of War.
The palm broke through the void, and a terrifying divine light surged toward Hua Ding.
damn it, he really isn't being suppressed. How did this happen? "
Hua Ding roared in his heart as he fought Lu Ming with all his might.
However, Hua Ding's combat strength was not much different from Lin Xie's. If they were on the fifth level, Lu Ming would naturally not be his match. However, he was suppressed too much here. He was no longer Lu Ming's match.
The two of them had not exchanged more than a dozen moves when Hua Ding's shoulder was slashed by Lu Ming. His shoulder was almost shattered and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
"Kill!"