Blocked at the doorstep for so many years, they had long held in a breath of frustration.
The Old Turtle didn't care about the battle; its goal was to move forward, and the Holy Envoy Race couldn't stop it.
Chirp!
In mid-air, the Martial Artists of the Holy Envoy Race gathered near Xuan Qii, hoping to receive orders, but Xuan Qii had no idea what to do.
The Grand Array couldn't take it down, but an Old Turtle carrying a city on its back was truly invincible.
"Follow them!"
...
The Great Witch Priest did not float in the air but landed in an inconspicuous place within the river valley.
He looked at the Grand Array, then at the Old Turtle, feeling extremely conflicted.
Over the years, he had formed a judgment in his heart that the Blazing Flame Division's success relied solely on Shen Can's support.
Don't be fooled by the busy ants inside the Witch Array; they are all minor details. If Shen Can could be eliminated, those ants wouldn't hold out for long.
