Compared to Shui Hong's complex emotions, Lu Lin's thoughts were much simpler.
Kill Shui Hong.
Even if it means my own death, I must take a bite of flesh from the alien race.
Shui Hong's spiritual strength dissipated, and his memories were stored in a single eyeball.
Lu Lin didn't have time to check, he quickly exited the Star Power Domain.
As he looked up, he saw the three Level 9 Eight-Armed Clan already above his head.
No.
They weren't flying.
Instead, it was... the corpses of three Level 9 aliens falling from the sky.
This is...
Lu Lin turned his head to look at Principal Li.
Principal Li's mouth was wide open, his face also full of disbelief.
"Lu Lin, this..."
"Principal Li, what happened, how did these three fall from the sky, and they are dead?"
Lu Lin almost spat out word by word.
Just now, when Shui Hong crushed the Communication Crystal, he saw it but was too late to stop it, allowing Shui Hong to send the message.
