"The clan's legacy must never be severed in this lord's hands!"
At that thought.
The Mystic Turtle Clan's grandmaster of formations did not dare delay in the slightest. His hands flew rapidly, sending out one Seal Technique after another formed from pure, immense demon power.
Streams of profound, obscure formation light continuously poured into the core Teleportation Array platform before him.
Upon the platform, ancient patterns lit up layer by layer, flashing with dazzling Spirit Light. Yet whenever the light was about to cover the entire platform and activate the teleportation, an invisible, terrifying force would forcibly suppress it.
The Spirit Light was instantly extinguished, and the patterns dimmed into lifelessness.
Once, twice, three times...
Again and again, he drove his demon power, exhausting the Spirit Power at the source of his being, yet the Teleportation Array platform only lit up and went dark.
Over and over, without a single exception.
Time trickled away...
The Mystic Turtle Clan formation grandmaster's expression grew increasingly grim.
It changed from deathly pale to ashen gray.
The light in his eyes faded bit by bit. The demon power throughout his body became unstable, his aura grew weaker and weaker, and despair spread wildly through his heart like a rising tide.
"How could this be... The Teleportation Array simply cannot be activated!"
He stared blankly at the silent, lightless platform, his voice hoarse and trembling, filled with self-reproach and despair.
"This old man bears the heavy duty of protecting the clan. Now that the formation has failed and the path to survival has been cut off, how will I ever face the Ancestor's dying instructions?
And how can I possibly face the younger members of the clan who trusted me and are waiting to escape?"
Not far away, another Mystic Turtle Clan Demon Lord who