"I swear! I stopped believing in the Sea God long ago! Really! Who does the Sea God think he is?!"
In a hidden stretch of sea at the edge of a deep-sea trench, surrounded by thick rock formations and ancient coral reefs.
A Soul Power roar filled with panic, grievance, and even exasperated fury shook the frigid waters.
The source of that voice was a Giant Turtle so enormous it beggared belief.
Its shell bore a dull, dark hue, as though forged from black iron and ancient bronze.
It was covered in natural patterns and ancient scars, each larger than a house and imbued with a mysterious aura.
Its head was like a small mountain, and its eyes were a murky yet profound yellow.
At that moment, it stared fixedly at the purple figure ahead, a figure that made even its soul tremble.
Its gaze was filled with tearless despair and frantic anxiety to defend itself.
With its innately near-perfect defensive talent, along with a body tempered by more than four hundred thousand years of cultivation—one comparable to the most impregnable fortress below God Rank.
It had always been known as impossible to kill in this perilous deep sea.
Even when facing Beast Lord overlords with five or six hundred thousand years of cultivation, or those ordinary Limit Douluo from the human world.
It had been confident it could withstand them with its invincible shell.
At worst, it could retreat into its shell and sink to the seafloor. Most enemies would be helpless against it.
Fear for its life? That had practically been an absurd notion.
Yet now, that sense of security, which had endured for hundreds of thousands of years, was utterly crushed by the being before it.
Even at the height of the Demon Empress's life, before she