C5682 The Holy Land of the Human Race

No one had expected that Lu Yu, the turtle in the jar, would dare to speak to them in such a manner.

The Dragon Head Daoist also frowned. Suddenly, an uneasy feeling surged into his heart.

"Trying to be mysterious? Die!" The Dragon Head Daoist no longer hesitated as he drove the Tai Yi Divine Lightning Lord away and struck down with a bolt of lightning in his hand