The formation of the winged man quasi-Emperor was in a mess, and it was even more difficult to form a combat force.
Lu Ming charged over, one move for one person. In an instant, he had killed another five to six people.
"Damn it, retreat, retreat!"
Silver Wing roared, his expression extremely ugly.
There were so many of them but they were forced to escape by Lu Ming alone. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
However, in the current situation, if they did not escape, they would only be defeated and killed by Lu Ming one by one.
"Kill our way out!"
At this moment, the strongest Divine Dragon in the divine Dragon imperial capital roared.
They would not miss this opportunity.
"Kill!"
"Kill our way out!"
Many divine Dragons roared. All of a sudden, hundreds of powerful divine Dragons left the imperial capital and charged toward the winged man Tribe.