When One's Health Bar Is Low, Going Berserk Is Common Sense

There was an old saying: speak of a turtle, and the bastard arrived.

Some turtle bastards just couldn't bear being talked about. The world was vast, but mention them a few more times, and that turtle bastard might suddenly show up in front of you headfirst, like a toppled scallion, trying to scam you.

Qin Yang felt exactly that way now.

He had been talking to Ugly Chicken about Black Shadow, while Ugly Chicken had been wildly mouthing off and growing more outrageous by the moment, when the two of them simultaneously sensed several unfamiliar auras.

They hurriedly dodged to one side.

Then they saw a beam of divine light racing over from the sea. With a boom, it struck the place where they had just been standing.

The incomparably sturdy rocks here were smashed into a crater more than thirty feet wide. Countless sharp-edged fragments of stone shot in every direction like innumerable arrows.

Qin Yang raised an arm to shield his face, wondering why the Chou Ge Beast had dared to launch a sneak attack first. Yet in the blink of an eye, his expression turned strange—and grew stranger still.

He had not yet seen what had struck them, but he could already sense a faintly familiar aura at the bottom of the crater.

The instant he felt that aura, Qin Yang completely dismissed the thought that the Chou Ge Beast would carry out such an ambush.

He walked to the edge of the crater and swept away the drifting dust. There, he saw a skinny-limbed fellow carrying a Five-Colored Turtle shell on his back, planted headfirst into the ground like an upside-down scallion, his limbs struggling to pull his head free.

Seeing that Five-Colored Turtle shell and sensing that familiar aura, Qin Yang hurried down into the