Lu Yuan's voice fell.
The Yinglong turned its head.
The expression in its eyes became solemn.
Only by engaging in battle did it understand the strength of those Celestial Race saints.
In this process, it suffered a great loss.
And it was also heavily injured.
It couldn't afford to be careless, even with Lu Yuan by its side.
However, at this moment, Lu Yuan showed no hesitation.
He could feel the approaching auras.
They were mostly at the Void Saint Realm.
The same realm.
He could be invincible, crushing them.
Not to mention those a realm lower.
In this regard.
Lu Yuan had no worries at all, even if the opponents were the Celestial Race, it wasn't his first encounter with them.
Soon, as time passed.
Those strong auras drew nearer and nearer, until four figures with wings and golden eyes arrived; a young man and three elders, two men and one woman.
These people were mostly in the Saint Realm.
At this moment.
