Golden Transformation Crisis (2)

The monstrous towering figure of the Eighth Rank Emperor Tyrant moved slowly toward Lu Qingyun.

All of a sudden its monstrous razor sharp tail had flashed with a black light; dozens of nearby desolate beasts and towering thick trees had immediately toppled over!

All the desolate beasts were now on the retreat; the disparity with a single eighth rank desolate monster was simply too great.

Today, nothing would stop this Eighth Rank Emperor Tyrant from evolving into an all-powerful ninth rank Tyrant.

Lu Qingyun was smiling bitterly as he gasped at the towering Eighth Rank Emperor Tyrant, "Jingjing, of all places for your breakthrough, you have to pick a place where the spiritual force is the weakest and the desolate force is plenty."

He had only said this in jest.

In no way was he blaming Jingjing at all.

"This is the very first time that I am acting as a guardian to safeguard a friend's breakthrough. I must not fail at all…"