Lu Lin and the Seventh Level Alien Race Tong Yu brushed past each other.
Lu Lin slowly landed on the ground.
Tong Yu's head was separated from his body.
The Star Power and Life Force within Lu Lin surged upward by a significant margin.
The willow branches formed from Tong Yu's hair withered rapidly.
Lu Lin stood upright, looking around.
Tong Yu lay on the ground, unable to rest in peace.
"Where is Lu Lin, has he been captured?"
In the sky, an Alien Star Soldier flew over to inquire.
Swipe.
Before he could see the situation on the ground, a claw mark flashed past, and this Alien Star Soldier, who didn't even have time to reveal his name, fell from the sky.
"Meow."
Enough with the nonsense. Those looking for death should hurry up and not waste time dawdling.
Mr. Huang said displeasingly, and as his voice spread, a dozen Level 9 Alien Star Soldiers immediately flew up around him.
Mr. Huang was dumbstruck.
Is this a joke? Why are there so many people all of a sudden.
