"Pfft..."
The body of the Spirit Turtle was as large as a millstone. Born of the Demon Clan, it not only had a hard shell and abundant vital energy but also strong physical strength. Its solid turtle legs heavily stamped on Wei Wusheng's back, nearly embedding him into the hard rocks below.
Instantly, Wei Wusheng's already suppressed injuries flared up again, causing him to spew a mouthful of fresh blood, nearly costing him his life!
In his heart, Wei Wusheng was enraged. As a cultivator from the Demon Dao, he had lived a life of freedom and unbridled slaughter. It had always been he who bullied others. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
In his anger, he roared lowly, spewing a mist of blood with intense corrosivity towards the Spirit Turtle.
