He reached into his pocket and started pouring out turtle shells.
Soon, one empty turtle shell after another piled up like a small mountain beside him.
Zhu Luo stated that his turtle shell could also withstand for a moment, and there were enough turtle shells.
Just as the three Old Ascenders began to discuss the feasibility of this matter, Zhang Ze, who had been sitting with his back to everyone, suddenly spoke up.
"If you ask me, it's not that complicated."
"What do you mean?" Qin Lang turned to look at Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze was holding Li in one arm and pointing at himself with the other.
"Me? Did you forget, I'm not afraid of that black energy, and moreover..."
As Zhang Ze spoke, he opened the hand he had been holding in front of everyone.
A colorless light unfolded from Zhang Ze's palm, and within that light, a small piece of turtle shell was trapped.
This turtle shell was taken by Zhang Ze in prison from Zhu Luo's shell that had been eroded.
