Boom!
Demon Qi rolled in layer upon layer, vast and boundless as a surging sea. Like the Milky Way collapsing, it bore down on the hearts of the Close to the Dao Seeds, suffocating them until they could barely breathe.
Hao Jun, Lin Tianjiao, and the others gaped, their eyes wide.
At the edge of the horizon, they saw a towering figure standing on the vast earth.
The figure was so enormous that it held up the heavens and stood upon the earth. The whole of Number Four Desolate Land seemed unable to contain it.
It was a Mysterious Turtle, brown all over, with magnificent patterns. Embroidered Mountains and Rivers lay across its back, its four limbs were like pillars holding up the heavens, and its head was larger than a great mountain. Its scarlet eyes surged like rivers.
Now, it opened its enormous jaws, swallowing the Eight Desolates and stirring the Sun, Moon, and Stars. Its roar was like a Celestial Phenomenon running riot, its sound waves shaking their hearts.
At the same time, a magnificent, boundless, and ancient presence spread toward them, making them tremble and want to prostrate themselves.
This was an immense gulf in their levels of life. The other party was like the bright moon appearing in the heavens; its light alone made them seem utterly dim, humbling them into the dust.
"A True Saint?"
Someone stared in astonishment, looking utterly incredulous.
"What are you thinking?"
The Red-skirted Woman, who radiated Spiritual Qi, said in a clear voice:
"It's only an Old Turtle King. It's very close to that level, but it won't be able to cross over in this lifetime."
Compared with everyone else's shock, the woman was much calmer.
Of course, a Demon King was still a Demon King, and not one she