And at this moment, Chen Yuan could no longer care about anything else, as he continuously exerted his Fist Mastery, fiercely bombarding the back of Xuanwu.
A dozen breaths later, the tortoise shell finally could not withstand it anymore and burst apart with a loud crash.
Following this, Chen Yuan reached inside with his hand and smashed.
A tragic scream tore through the sky.
Immediately after, Chen Yuan's bloodied hand now held a cluster of blue Divine Soul.
And the massive corpse of the turtle also plummeted from the sky.
Having done all this, Chen Yuan's gaze shifted towards another area, his eyes showing a peculiar expression.
To the south, within the Mountain-cutting Formation, three small golden mountains roared, provoking continuous roars from the Azure Dragon.
At this moment, the Evil Dragon's scales had shattered a lot, oozing crimson blood, evidently heavily injured by the formation.
