"Don't kill me!"
Seeing those of her race all burned to ashes by Duan Gujin's flames, beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately seeped from Lu Xianxian's forehead.
Her heart kept pounding wildly. She knew the Divine World Martial Artist before her had been completely enraged; the other party very likely might kill her at any moment.
She didn't want to die, so she naturally knelt and begged for mercy.
"Speak. What's going on here?"
Duan Gujin asked at once.
"This is the Transmission Altar my dad set up here. As long as my dad activates this Transmission Altar, everything transmitted by all the Transmission Altars in this Plane will be sent here!"
Lu Xianxian hurriedly explained.
"So that's how it is!"
Duan Gujin suddenly understood.
He immediately took Lu Xianxian around the surroundings, and very quickly, he realized he had already been sent into General Lu's main compound.
"Looks like I have no choice but to use harsher methods on you!"
