The Yin Yang race

Yin-yang Xiangyu's gaze was fixed on Lu Ming. His eyes were burning with greed.

To him, Lu Ming represented the position of the Son of Heaven and the infinite future.

"Since I'm here, let me handle them!"

Yin-yang Xiangyu said and took a step forward.

BOOM!

A powerful aura shot up into the sky.

Seventh level divine Lord!

The moment the Yin Yang universe's aura exploded, Lu Ming and Ao Yan could sense that the other party's cultivation was at the seventh stage divine Lord realm.

However, Lu Ming and Ao Yan did not dare to be careless.

That eighth level divine Lord youth was clearly very reverent of yin-yang Xiangyu. Clearly, the other party's strength could not be judged using cultivation.

This time, there were many demon-level geniuses who had entered. It was possible to meet anything.

It wasn't impossible for them to meet someone of the same level who could fight them.

Buzzzzzz!