Chapter 827 The Dark Races In Zombies Territory

Lucas was always lucky and whenever luck started kicking in, it was exactly like chewing a piece of gum, unable to stop chewing it.

As the saying went by, every problem would have its solution to it. Just when Lucas was about to quit looking for it, a few voices traveled into his ears.

"Hey hey, the Ancient Refining Demon Pot is finally in my hands. We can now go back and revive."

Hearing such a comment made Lucas' face put on an interesting look.

"Let's head over," Lucas said to Tinkerbell while chuckling.

Tinkerbell looked at Lucas' back figure and was thinking that perhaps this was how a powerhouse carried out his stuff. 'Powerhouses always do things that any ordinary people are not able to grasp upon.'

After some time, a few Dark Races appeared within Tinkerbell's visual field.

"Dark Races, senior!” Tinkerbell shouted at Lucas.

Perhaps it had been quite some time since Tinkerbell last saw a Dark Race, she spoke in a loud voice which they ended up being spotted by the few Da