"How is this possible? This exotic snake's 'Locking Dao Seal' is specifically designed to restrict the Dao Foundation of Human Race cultivators. Your Dao Foundation should be imprisoned, leaving you powerless. How can you still drive the Sword Seal?"
Within the Water Mansion, the Old Turtle, using his original form, was desperately refining pills to restore his Demonic Power. Though the magical combat between Gu Yuan and the youth with a human body and snake tail seemed slow, it actually occurred in just a few breaths. The Old Turtle had been hunted by Gu Yuan for a long time, already in a depleted state. A few breaths would not suffice for recovery. He currently lacked the Demonic Power to even transform back into human shape.
As soon as the exotic snake died, his soul instantly panicked, and he couldn't help but shout.
"Zheng!"
But in response to him was only dazzling sword light.
