Pulling the young man into the formation, Lu Ming's body emitted a layer of black light that enveloped the young man and blocked the blood-colored mist outside.
He still wanted to take the young man as a hostage, so he naturally couldn't let him die.
"Ah!"
The young man screamed in fear. When he realized that nothing had happened, he became bold and shouted, " "Brat, quickly let me go, quickly let me go ..."
"Let you go? Tell your people to remove the formation and let me go. Also, give me 100 ancient God flowers, no, 500 ancient God flowers."
Lu Ming said coldly.
500 ancient God flowers? impossible.
The young man roared.
"What do you guys say? Do you want him to die, or hand over the ancient God flower and let me go?"
Lu Ming could not be bothered with the young man. Instead, he looked at the descendants of the ancient gods on the cliff.
The descendants of the ancient gods all had ugly expressions.