"Quick! Block it!"
The Lukang River was turbulent with muddied waters and blood everywhere, countless dead fish floated on the surface, the Great Diviner and Martial Saint gasped for breath, constantly distracted and on the lookout, the Mountain Dragon followed the battlefield from the sidelines, remaining detached, the Frog King leaned against the great anchor, utterly exhausted, while cracks appeared on the Turtle King's shell.
"Damn it, has Liang said when this fight will end?" Prime General maneuvered left and right, full of bruises, "One more hit and I'm breaking ranks. The True Lord's words count, a generous hand can steer the ship, don't kill me! The old turtle owes a debt, loyal and true, forced into this."
The monkey troop of Longevity Mountain was furious, splitting half of the wooden cudgel to smash onto the Dragon Turtle's head.
"You bastards, eat mine, drink mine, Liang glances at you and you run! Once the fight is over, I'll deal with you!"
