"Get lost!"
A voice like rolling thunder, vast and unending, came from the black shadow buried beneath the enormous cloud of dust. It shook the entire mortal world as surging waves of sound swept toward the man and woman in black robes like a hurricane.
Yet the man and woman in black robes did not move an inch.
The man in black laughed. "Old Turtle, I am Tian Canjun, subordinate to the Thirteenth Throne of the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls. I was ordered to reclaim the finger bone of the Second Throne together with Di Que Nü. You can't stop us."
"Hehe, two puny cultivators at the Eternal Ninth Stage, and you dare act so arrogantly here?" Old Turtle sneered.
"Wake up. Because of your own foolish actions, you're no longer the Turtle God who stood at the Eternal Eleventh Stage. Yet you're still putting on airs as the Turtle God? As you are now, I'm afraid you're no match for the two of us at the Eternal Ninth Stage." The woman in black—the one known as Di Que Nü—sneered repeatedly.
"Hmph!" Old Turtle snorted coldly. He stopped wasting words and opened his mouth with a furious roar. The earth trembled as countless rocks shot into the sky and swept toward Tian Canjun and Di Que Nü.
"Stubborn fool!" Di Que Nü sneered. As demonic energy gathered in her hand, she suddenly smashed it toward the ground. The rocks that had shot skyward were all knocked back down by her fist.
That punch not only sent the airborne rocks crashing down; it also knocked away the dust shrouding Old Turtle.
Old Turtle's enormous form was revealed at that moment.
Old Turtle was as huge as a moving mountain. Yet his body was covered in rotting holes that exuded a foul