The Deep Sea Mystic Turtle's strength was no small matter. Even a late-Transformation Realm member of the Demon Race could only give it a wide berth upon seeing it. Yet faced with the two siblings, it was still easily slain.
Although this was their first time joining hands, the two of them displayed a flowing, seamless coordination. Lin Xuan needed no explanation, and Meng Ruyan, as a Lihe Realm cultivator, was likewise rich in experience when it came to magical battles.
Azure Fire cut off the Mystic Turtle's head. From the wound, a rain of blood gushed out, and for several li around, the air was filled with a thick stench of blood.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped his left hand, and a flame the size of an egg leapt up from his palm.
Then he flicked his hand, and the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, trailing a long tail of flame, shot toward the other party.
The Mystic Turtle's lifespan was extremely long, and relatively speaking, it also possessed an extraordinarily powerful life force. For an ordinary member of the Demon Race, even a Transformation Realm monster, once its head was cut off, its demon body would at least certainly be ruined. However, that was not necessarily the case for this Mystic Turtle.
Although great quantities of fresh blood were spurting from its wound, Lin Xuan sensed that its life force had not weakened, which was why he released the Azure Phantom Nether Fire.
A dark-green light flashed, and the flame had already wrapped tightly around the Mystic Turtle's head. With a whoosh, it turned it into gray smoke.
Afterward, Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and grasped at the empty air. Without any extra movement visible, a Demon Core the size of a longan shot out from