The iron turtle vanished.
It disappeared straight from where it stood. When it reappeared, it was already four hundred li away, restored to its original form: an honest-looking middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, carrying an iron pot on his back, and holding an iron jar in each hand. Inside the jars, two little turtles were being boiled.
Its gaze was somewhat complicated as it watched Wang Wu leisurely retract the Ice Fire Flying Sword. Only then did it extend its other two hands and salute Wang Wu from afar with clasped fists.
"This old man was careless! I have cultivated for nearly three thousand years, yet I never imagined I would make such a fool of myself today. All I can say is, beyond mountains are mountains, beyond men are men. Friend, if I die by your hand today, I will accept it wholeheartedly."
As soon as the words fell, the Mud Turtle flung off the bamboo hat on its head. A flash of Blood Divine Light followed, and the hat transformed into a gigantic turtle shell that covered the entire arena, sealing off the inside from the outside.
Immediately afterward, it threw out the iron pot on its back, directly locking down the space beneath the arena.
Above and below joined as one, forming a sealed space!
"Friend, this is the innate divine ability of my Divine Turtle Clan, called Please Enter the Urn. At the same time, it is also placing myself within the trap! Let us see whether this great urn cooks you into a delicacy, or turns me into a jar of turtle soup!"
Before its voice had faded, the Mud Turtle threw out the two iron jars. The little turtles within instantly turned into two enormous skeletal turtles, yet eerie Pale Fire burned inside