There are two lines at the corners of the Golden Turtle's mouth.
One is his own.
The other connects to some unknown void.
"Daoist, this item is fated with me," the Divine said.
Yu Chen did not answer.
He raised his hand, releasing the sword.
Zhun Ti dared not be negligent, hurriedly brushing out a ray of multicolored light. The sword light trembled slightly, emitting a brilliant cold light, which stirred the six-colored light into chaos.
"Dong"
The sword tip pierced into the multicolored light with a soft sound. Immediately, the newly formed light brushed the long sword aside.
"Humph!"
The sword-browed Yu Chen in green raised an eyebrow, snorting through his nostrils with dissatisfaction. His body swayed slightly and he was already behind Zhun Ti, the sword coming out with azure light as he arrived.
"Swish"
