บท 4885: The primelight race retreats

Yuan Yu wanted to Dodge, but it was too late.

"Ah ..."

Yuan Yu roared and burned all the energy in his body to launch his strongest attack in an attempt to block Lu Ming's attack.

As long as they could block this attack, the other five nine-person combined formations would arrive.

In addition, the two formations of twenty-one people would also arrive soon.

As long as the combined attack of the twenty-one people arrived, he would be saved.

He unleashed his strongest attack, clashing with the spear gleam that Lu Ming had transformed into.

BOOM!

With a deafening roar, the Spear's gleam that Lu Ming had transformed into broke through Yuan Yu's attack like a hot knife through butter. The Spear's gleam pierced through the space between Yuan Yu's eyebrows.

Puchi!

Yuan Yu's head exploded, and his soul was destroyed.

Another light emissary had fallen!