The speed of the old sea turtle became increasingly rapid, the seabed pitch-dark, and the pressure Ye Qiu suffered grew more and more intense. For a time, he actually couldn't break through the sea turtle's spiritual power shield.
"What is your purpose?" Ye Qiu unsheathed his long sword, his expression icy.
Spiritual beasts at the Nascent Soul Stage can't transform nor speak, but they can communicate telepathically with cultivators. However, this sea turtle clearly was unwilling to engage in much conversation with Ye Qiu, its speed of descent growing faster in the dark currents-filled seabed, unobstructed.
The formidable deep-sea pressure made Ye Qiu feel stressed; the spiritual power shield was only to prevent him from escaping and did not provide any protective effect. In the confining space, he had already hastily dodged several turbulent streams.
