"Steady yourself!" Li Qiye's deep voice boomed. It was like a morning bell and an evening drum, a sharp rap on the head that jolted the agonized Chi Xiaodao back to his senses. Like a sacred anointment, the sound shocked him into clarity. He desperately tried to stabilize his mind, but his entire body still trembled and convulsed in extreme pain.
At this moment, Chi Xiaodie couldn't help but clench her fists, so nervous she nearly forgot to breathe.
Then, as if performing a magic trick, Li Qiye's right hand manipulated the threads of fire that had pierced the ancient turtle. The fiery lines flowed and intertwined within its body, weaving into a profound and mystical rune in the blink of an eye. This rune seemed to be branded into the deepest part of the turtle's soul, glowing with a brilliant light!
