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"Lao Wang, I'm here!" Yue Qiansong's shout came tearing through the air.

This Soul Douluo, likewise an 85th-rank expert, a top powerhouse of Heaven Spirit Commandery, had yet to arrive in person, but his soul skill had already appeared.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Turtle Shell Mountain Press!"

The sky abruptly darkened. A deep blue-green turtle shell, sixty to seventy meters long, tore through the clouds, and the ancient runes engraved on its plates lit up one after another, like falling stars.

How was that a turtle shell?

It was clearly the back armor of some ancient divine beast, with chains condensed from lightning coiling around it, crackling as they scorched burn marks into the air itself.

The turtle shell descended like a meteor, warping space wherever it passed into transparent whirlpools.

Sensing the crisis, the ice dragon raised its head and spat out one final stream of ice flame. The azure cold air collided with the falling turtle shell, condensing into a hundred-zhang iceberg in midair.

Yet Yue Qiansong only sneered. The runes on the turtle shell's surface suddenly spun wildly, and the instant the iceberg made contact, it shattered into a sky full of stardust. Every ice crystal refracted a rainbow halo, so beautiful it stole the breath away.

"Shatter for me!"

The instant the turtle shell crashed down onto the ice dragon's head, time seemed to freeze.

The cold air bursting from the ice dragon's scales intertwined with the lightning spilling from the turtle shell, forming a giant cocoon of light in the air.

In the next moment, a deafening roar exploded. The ice dragon turned into countless ice-crystal butterflies that scattered in every direction. Tiny lightning patterns were branded on each pair of Ice Wings, and as they