All the cultivators on the ground were shocked, watching the scene before them as if a myth had descended upon the world once more.
The Ancestor Turtle's form met the thunder and lightning, entering the layers of dark clouds.
The thunder in the sky grew louder, as if trying to tear a hole in the sky, with flashes of lightning dyeing the dark clouds golden.
The Ancestor Turtle roared madly in the clouds, "Old ghosts of the Square Unlimited, if you dare harm my son, when I return, it will be the day your entire clan is annihilated!"
Its domineering threat made all the eyes on the ground move slightly, not daring to offend in the slightest.
Long Fei sensed that at least a hundred mighty gazes were gathered on the cloud pinnacle.
These gazes came from all directions, some extending even in Huaxia, a journey of millions of miles from here.
After safely sending it away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Gazes scattered, but some looked greedily at the Little Xuan Turtle.
