Who Knows

The intelligence of a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast was no mere ornament, especially when it was fighting on its own turf. It knew very well that the only reason these two humans could stand on the water was that sheet of ice. As long as it shattered the ice, they would fall back into the water—and the water was its domain.

Yang Guyun stood on the ice, and the vibrations traveling up through the frozen layer from the waves told him clearly that the big fellow was closing in at high speed.

Zhou Qiubai did not answer, but the instant Yang Guyun shifted sideways, he adjusted his own position half a step in sync.

That half step placed him just behind the center of the ice, where he could advance to support Yang Guyun's flank or retreat to guard the weakest part of the ice.

A month of joint training had made their coordination something that no longer needed words to sustain. A glance, a movement, even a change in the rhythm of their breathing was enough for the other to understand their intent.

The moment the Armored Black Turtle crashed into them, the battle truly began.

It charged violently at the ice, dragging the force of a vast mass of seawater with it.

Its hardest shell was aimed straight at the center of the ice. That was its strongest part, tough enough to withstand an all-out strike from an ordinary Title Douluo.

To it, human attacks were nothing more than scratches. It only needed to smash the ice and turn these two humans into drenched chickens, then deal with them however it pleased.

At the instant of impact, the ice gave a dull, thunderous boom, then exploded apart. A ring of spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions like ripples, and