"Damn it, damn it ..."
Yuan Jiuji roared continuously but he did not dare to stop. He retreated rapidly as he was afraid of being enveloped by Lu Ming's primitive form.
Even though he was far away, he could still feel the terror of the desolation, and the hair on his skin stood on end.
He had a feeling that if he was hit by the primal style, he would be killed even with his vitality.
He wanted to save Yuan han, but he was powerless.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a loud roar came from the other side of the mountain.
Yuan Jiuji's face revealed a look of ecstasy as he roared, " "Eighth brother, come, come here, come here!"
Yuan Baji led his men and attacked from the other side of the mountain.
Although the battle between Lu Ming and Yuan Jiuji and the rest seemed long, it did not take much time. Their attacks were as fast as lightning. They had exchanged dozens of moves in a few seconds.