"Why didn't this guy explode a Magic Crystal... no... it should be an Inner Core! Why didn't he choose to explode the Inner Core and fight you to the death?" Liu Zhankhan looked at the Nine-Tailed Major Model who had been slashed all over, a face full of regret, as if he hadn't witnessed an Oriental-style suicide attack, which was a major life regret.
"Like how the Altar Sacrificial Ceremony requires chanting to use The Last Elegy, our Silk Divine Beast can't just explode the Inner Core immediately; there's also a procedure to follow, not chanting, but running inner breath." Yi Tiao turned back into human form, stepped on the major model's twisting head, and flashed the Crane Beak Sword, creating several sword flowers, in a posture of opening the skull to retrieve treasure: "Unfortunately, Mr. Turtle seems to have no time to complete that inner breath process."
