Chapter 1477-wasteland of death

Seven Rays of black light, one in front and one behind, streaked across the sky like seven bolts of lightning.

Although Lu Ming had the black wings, coupled with the power of the air-frozen bead, and his speed was amazing, he was at a disadvantage because his cultivation was too low.

Mo he and the other five seventh level martial Royal realm experts burst out their vital essence. With their powerful cultivation, they chased closely behind Lu Ming.

Not long after, they had flown a long distance, but the distance between the two sides had not widened, nor had they come closer.

"Bubble!"

Lu Ming sent a voice transmission to bubbles.

Bubbles cried and opened a space-time Tunnel. Lu Ming flew in and the next moment, he appeared thousands of miles away. The distance between them widened in an instant.

"Damn it, it's not that easy to escape!"

Mo he bellowed and waved his hand. A treasure flew out.