Previously, Lu Ming hadn't seen that true dragon and thought that it had already fallen. But now, it seemed that it hadn't.
This true dragon was fighting with the Evil God Race's ancestor, making it impossible for him to come over.
Lu Ming controlled the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron with all his might, allowing the nine dragons to continuously bombard the space.
Space kept exploding.
"This... Could this be the Ancestral Dragon..."
At this moment, Dandan looked at the incomparably huge true dragon in the sky, dumbfounded and incomparably shocked.
"Ancestral Dragon? What is that? A senior? "
Lu Ming asked curiously.
It was rare to see someone who could make Dandan so shocked. Lu Ming was very surprised.
"No, it's not the Ancestral Dragon. If it's really the Ancestral Dragon, he can kill this Evil God Race with just a breath. No, it's just a trace of his aura!"
Dandan didn't seem to have heard Lu Ming's words. He muttered to himself, still looking dazed.
Lu Ming was shocked. How was it possible that he could kill this Evil God Race with just a breath?
This Evil God Race was a peerless powerhouse, a Heavenly Emperor above four stars. Even a peak Heavenly Emperor wouldn't be able to kill him with just a breath.
But a peak Heavenly Emperor already stood at the peak of this world.
According to Lu Ming's understanding, a Heavenly Emperor was the limit of cultivation in this world, the true peak invincible.
Could it be that there was an existence stronger than a peak Heavenly Emperor?
Lu Ming thought that Dandan was bragging. He didn't think too much about it and controlled the nine dragons with all his might, constantly bombarding the void.
This was somewhat like kneading dough.
If you didn't knead a ball of dough, there would be many cracks. Those balls of dough wouldn't completely fuse together. If you followed the cracks, you could separate the entire ball of dough.
However, after continuous kneading and slapping, the dough would fuse together and those cracks would also disappear.
Right now, this void, this passageway, was like this.
It was like the dough before being kneaded. There were still cracks. The Evil God Race could follow these cracks and completely open the passageway.
And Lu Ming's current bombardment was kneading the dough, wanting to completely fuse these spaces together and make the cracks disappear.
Of course, this required astonishing strength.
Even ordinary Heavenly Emperors would find it difficult to do so.
At this moment, Lu Ming's nine drops of nine dragons' essence blood flew out, manifesting nine dragons. Only with this kind of power could the passage completely collapse and the cracks disappear.
The Evil God Race's Old Ancestor naturally knew what Lu Ming and the others were planning.
However, one of them was blocked by the enormous true dragon, and was unable to break free from it.
"Dream on!"
The ancestor of the Evil God Tribe, who was fighting with Evil Sword Artist, roared. The light on his body shone brightly. At this moment, he could no longer care about his injuries. He risked aggravating his injuries and unleashed all his strength.
Boom!
Evil Sword Master was sent flying with a single move.
However, Evil Sword Master didn't retreat. He charged towards his opponent once again.
He needed to give Lu Ming enough time.
However, Evil Sword Artist was severely injured after all. He had almost died in the Ancient War. Until now, his strength was far from fully recovered. He was no match for the Evil God Tribe Patriarch and was sent flying again.
"Not good!"
Lu Ming was so anxious that he tried his best to control the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron.
Not only did the nine dragons attack the void, but the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron also shone brightly as it blasted towards the void.
That space continued to explode, heal, and then explode again.
"Quick, quick!"
Lu Ming was anxious because Evil Sword Artist couldn't hold on any longer. If this continued, Evil Sword Artist would definitely die.
Once Evil Sword Artist died, Moulins and Kenfei Ryū, who were in Evil Sword Artist's Small World, would definitely die too.
Lu Ming had to make the best use of his time.
Roar!
The nine dragons roared and their bodies shone brightly. Beams of light shot out from the nine dragons' bodies. It was extremely dazzling.
Boom!
Finally, the nine dragons' bodies exploded.
This explosion formed a terrifying energy. The space in this area was completely annihilated, turning into nothingness and chaos.
"No!"
The Evil God Tribe Patriarch roared.
"Hahaha, great!"
Evil Sword Artist laughed. He no longer tried to stop the other party. In a flash, he charged towards the three experts from Two World City. With a wave of his energy, he lifted them up and flew into the distance.
"Lu Ming, that's enough. Let's go!"
Evil Sword Artist's voice rang in Lu Ming's ears.
Lu Ming controlled the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron and flew towards Evil Sword Artist. They met up and headed in the same direction.
The two old ancestors of the Evil God Tribe joined forces and rushed towards that gigantic True Dragon. That gigantic True Dragon was no match for them, and its gigantic body began to crumble apart. Eventually, the entire body of the True Dragon exploded, turning into a drop of fresh blood. With a flash, it disappeared from the area.
"A drop of blood!"
The two Evil God Tribe Patriarchs were shocked.
Then, they arrived at the original passageway. That stretch of void was rapidly healing.
After it healed, there was no space left. It was exactly the same as the other regions.
The tunnel had completely collapsed.
"Damn it! Kill those ants!"
The purple-haired Patriarch of the Evil God Tribe roared and chased after Lu Ming, Evil Swordsman, and the rest.
The other Evil God Tribe Patriarch and the other Evil God Tribe Patriarchs chased after Evil Sword Artist.
Lu Ming controlled the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron and flew with Evil Sword Artist.
But at this moment, Lu Ming felt weak.
Buzz!
The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron shook and shrunk rapidly. Lu Ming and Dandan flew out of the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron.
Then, the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron split into nine and flew into Lu Ming's glabella.
At the same time, nine drops of blood flew out of the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron and entered Lu Ming's body.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a red light flashed in the distance. A drop of blood pierced through the void and flew into Lu Ming's body.
Lu Ming was dumbfounded. He did not understand what was going on.
But at this moment, he felt weak.
"Let's go!"
Evil Sword Artist waved his hand and swept Lu Ming and Dandan away.
But Evil Sword Artist had not recovered from his injuries. In order to stop the Evil God Tribe Patriarch, he had worsened his injuries. Although he was fast, there was a limit to his speed.
Behind them, two figures chased after them at an alarming speed.
It was the two Evil God Tribe Patriarchs.
"We're doomed. We're doomed!"
Dandan wailed.
Now that Evil Sword Artist was seriously injured and the Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron had run out of energy, how were they going to deal with the two Evil God Tribe Patriarchs?
"You cowardly tortoise. You're no different from before!"
Evil Sword Artist glanced at Dandan indifferently and said disdainfully.
"What did you say? You better show some respect. Do you know how to respect your juniors? You're my junior, do you understand? "
Dandan was pissed and glared at Evil Swordsman.
"Oh? Is that so? Then I can only keep you here first. Maybe I can delay them a little! "
Evil Sword Artist said indifferently.
Dandan immediately withered.
He forced a smile and looked at Evil Sword Artist with a "gentle" face. "Don't be like this. I was just joking with you. We're old friends. Calm down, calm down. Hahaha!"
At the side, Lu Ming despised him!
The three experts from Two World City despised him too!
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