Winged Evil was envious to death.
"I'm going to slaughter this brat and strip away that wisp of power within his body!"
Winged Evil roared, his killing intent even colder.
But he had yet to make a move when Lu Ming already rushed over toward him.
Lu Ming took a step out, his figure rushing toward Winged Evil explosively, both fists blasting out continuously.
In an instant, there were over a hundred fist seals crushing toward Winged Evil.
At the same time, Ao Yan already charged over, clashing with another eighth-level Divine Lord youth.
While Ao Guan and Ao Cheng two people were in a fierce battle with the remaining four seventh-level Divine Lord existences.
"Kill!"
Winged Evil roared, erupting with full power, casting his source secret art, fusing with his wings. His pair of wings were like two divine blades, cutting through the void, slashing toward Lu Ming.
Dang! Dang!
Dang! In an instant, Lu Ming's fists collided with Winged Evil's wings several dozen times in succession. In the end, Lu Ming was a notch stronger. Every one of his cells was fused with taboo power, indestructible, with boundless strength, beating Winged Evil until he repeatedly retreated.
"How is this possible?!"
Some people roared angrily, seriously incomparably shocked.
Lu Ming looked like he was just a third-level Divine Lord. His combat strength was actually powerful to such an extent.
"It must be that wisp of power, it must be!"
Some people's hearts burned even more fervently, wishing that they could take Lu Ming's power for themselves.
However, Lu Ming naturally would not give him such a chance. His attacks were like a storm, continuously charging toward Winged Evil.
The Winged Men Race was ranked 130 on the Great Desolate Ten Thousand Races List. Their bloodline talent was even inferior to the top 100 races. Although he had eighth-level Divine Lord cultivation, it was not that kind of especially heaven-defying.
They were not like Lu Ming, who was a freak who could ignore the talents of different races.
Hence, he was suppressed by Lu Ming for a moment.
After the two people exchanged over a hundred moves, some people felt intense pain in their palms and wings, the bones on them being cracked.
In a head-on confrontation, he was not Lu Ming's match.
"Damn it!"
Winged Evil roared loudly in his heart, giving rise to thoughts of retreating.
But how could Lu Ming allow him to retreat?
"Kill!"
Lu Ming let out a long howl. The Hegemon Spear appeared in his right hand, while his left hand grabbed the Sovereign's Gate. He swung it wildly at Wraith.
With Lu Ming's current cultivation, the Tyrant God Spear and the Gate of Gods did not pose much of a threat to Winged Evil.
However, it was different when Lu Ming held it in his hands. Every strike contained the power of a taboo.
Boundless power was applied to the Overlord God's Spear and the Gate of Domination. It was even stronger than Lu Ming's bare hands.
Yi Xie was even less of a match.
After a few moves, Yi Xie's arm broke and exploded with a bang. Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
His pair of golden wings were also cracked, and golden feathers were flying everywhere.
Winged Evil frantically retreated, wanting to avoid the attack. However, due to his injuries, especially his golden wings, his speed was greatly reduced. Lu Ming seized the opportunity and pierced his body with his spear.
The Tyrant God Spear vibrated, forming a terrifying shockwave that attacked Yi Xie's body.
Bang bang bang
Yi Xie's body constantly emitted explosive sounds. This time, Yi Xie was heavily injured.
"Save me, quickly save me!"
Yi Xie roared at the others.
The other eighth-level Divine Lord youth was incomparably powerful. He was from one of the top hundred races of the Primordial Wasteland's Ten Thousand Races. He was also an eighth-level Divine Lord, but his strength was above Yi Xie's. Ao Yan was actually not his match.
However, how could Ao Yan allow him to save Yi Xie?
Ao Yan used her full strength, not caring about whether or not she would be injured. She crazily charged at him, firmly entangling him.
That made it difficult for him to help for a moment.
As for Lu Ming's attacks, they were even more berserk.
Yi Xie retreated, but Lu Ming raised the Gate of Gods and smashed it down, smashing it into Yi Xie.
Yi Xie let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying. Half his body exploded.
"I'll send you on your way."
Lu Ming took a step forward and arrived beside Yi Xie. The Tyrant God Spear was as large as a mountain.
"No, my Winged Race's big shot is outside! You can't kill me!" Yi Xie roared in terror.
"I don't even care about the Lord Of Heaven in the Heavenly Palace. Why would I care about a birdman? Die for me!"
Lu Ming shouted coldly, his attacks not stopping.
This time, Yi Xie was no longer able to resist. When the Tyrant God Spear smashed down, Yi Xie's body exploded, his body and soul annihilated. He completely perished.
The Winged Race had another monstrous heavenly genius die at Lu Ming's hands.
After killing Yi Xie, Lu Ming's gaze swept over the battlefield.
Ao Guan and Ao Cheng were both fifth-level Divine Lords. Their combat power was powerful. Facing four seventh-level Divine Lords, they already occupied the upper hand.
However, Ao Yan was at a disadvantage.
Lu Ming directly charged at Ao Yan, planning on helping Ao Yan kill that eighth-level Divine Lord youth first.
When that eighth-level Divine Lord youth saw Lu Ming charge over, his expression changed.
Lu Ming killing Yi Xie just now, he had seen it with his own eyes. His strength was shockingly powerful.
Although his own combat power was above Yi Xie's, he still could not kill Yi Xie. For Lu Ming to be able to kill Yi Xie, his combat power was above his.
Adding in the Ao Yan whose strength was not weak, the two of them joining hands to attack him. Everything pointed to disaster.
Also, the other four heavenly geniuses were also at a disadvantage. If this continued, they would be completely annihilated.
"Retreat!"
The eighth-level Divine Lord youth made his decision. Then, he fiercely attacked with a move, attacking Ao Yan.
Ao Yan was originally at a disadvantage. Being continuously pushed back by the other party's full-power attack.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, that eighth-level Divine Lord youth's figure rapidly retreated.
"Don't think of leaving!"
Lu Ming rushed over and threw the Tyrant God Spear out.
Swoosh!
The Tyrant God Spear was like a bolt of lightning, attacking the other party. But it was blocked by the other party. Furthermore, the other party even borrowed the Tyrant God Spear's power to retreat at an even faster speed.
Lu Ming rapidly followed, not wanting to let the other party off.
The two people, one chasing and one fleeing, traveled a hundred miles in an instant.
"An exalted eighth-level Divine Lord being chased around by a third-level Divine Lord person, truly embarrassing enough."
Right at this time, a mocking voice came from not far away.
This voice was very clearly aimed at that eighth-level Divine Lord youth.
Lu Ming's gaze swept over and discovered that a youth appeared not far away.
This youth was dressed in alternating black and white robes. His face was like jade, and he was very handsome, looking virtually the same as a human.
"It's you!"
When the eighth-level Divine Lord youth saw the black-robed youth, his expression changed, seemingly very wary. But instinctively, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Instead, he flew toward the black-robed youth, landing beside the other party.
Lu Ming also stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes. This was because he instinctively sensed danger from this young man.
After Lu Ming stopped, Ao Yan also rushed over, stopping beside Lu Ming.
"Yin Yang Xiangyu, why are you here?"
The eighth-level Divine Lord youth asked, his tone very solemn, even reverent.
"I just happened to be nearby and saw you all provoking Lu Ming here, so I came to take a look. Looks like I didn't come too late!"
Yin Yang Xiangyu said, not looking at the other party from start to finish. His gaze had always landed on Lu Ming.
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