"Liu Ming, it's you!"
Just then, the golden-robed woman on the right seemed to remember something, bellowed angrily, and her body erupted with a sweep of golden light.
Liu Ming's heart shivered, as he suddenly felt an enormous spiritual pressure instantly lock onto himself.
"Hold on!"
The elder with hanging eyebrows on the left, upon seeing this, raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and cast out a cloud of gray sand grains, which formed into a massive hand that swiftly pulled Qin Yifan, who stood beside Liu Ming and looked astonished, out of harm's way.
Then, with an afterimage flashing by, a golden silhouette appeared almost teleportation-like not far in front of Liu Ming, and a golden claw reached out at an inconceivable speed towards the center of Liu Ming's chest.
Liu Ming's mouth twitched, his figure blurred and he vanished from the spot.
The claw shadow passed through the afterimage left by Liu Ming and completely missed its target.
