More than a decade later.
Moyun Peak.
Mountaintop.
Boom after boom rang out as the ground split apart and rocks shattered.
Jin Ang moved with lightning speed, leaving afterimages in the air as his fists and feet rained down upon the turtle shell.
Prime Minister Turtle revealed his true form, dragging a shell four or five zhang wide, yet his speed was not the least bit slow. He endured Jin Ang's blows head-on, then, while Jin Ang had nowhere to brace himself in midair, opened his mouth and spat several ice spikes.
"Hah!"
Jin Ang exhaled heavily. A layer of pale red blood qi wrapped around his body as he endured the ice spikes piercing him and used their force to land on the ground.
Triumph showed in Prime Minister Turtle's eyes. His two claws worked Mana, turning the bluestone soft into a swamp.
Jin Ang wanted to leap free, but the swamp turned back into bluestone, trapping both his feet within the rock.
Prime Minister Turtle pressed his advantage without mercy, opening his mouth to spray out a column of water that drenched Jin Ang from head to toe.
"Alright, Little Jin lost again."
Zhou Yi waved a hand to stop Jin Ang from attacking further and explained, "Prime Minister Turtle spat water just now, but he can also spit poisonous water. By now, you would have dissolved into corpse fluid."
"Thank you, my lord. Thank you, Prime Minister Turtle."
Red light flashed over Jin Ang's feet, and the bluestone shattered. He said helplessly, "Prime Minister Turtle's defense is too strong. My blood qi could not even leave a mark on him."
"This fellow is already the weakest great demon."
Zhou Yi slaughtered great demons as easily as chickens, yet he never truly believed the Demon Race was weak.