Demon Blood Secret Art: Trans...
Just as demonic energy surged around Han Weng and he prepared to activate his secret art, he saw Mu Yang charging at him again from nearby.
Having learned from their previous exchange, Han Weng did not distract himself by casting offensive Demon Blood Spells to hinder Mu Yang. Instead, he focused entirely on activating his secret art.
With his defenses, Mu Yang could not hurt him anytime soon anyway.
There was naturally no need to divide his attention.
His most pressing task was to hurry back to the dragon palace and report this good news to his king.
Yet just as Han Weng had nearly finished activating his secret art, and the water around him began to churn...
Disaster struck!
As Mu Yang's golden fist approached his shell, the expected dent did not appear.
Instead, a tremendous crash rang out, like a layer of rock splitting apart.
Crack!!
Under Han Weng's bewildered gaze, an overwhelming force he could not possibly resist suddenly erupted from Mu Yang's knuckles.
The instant they made contact, the thick, heavy shell he took such pride in gave a sharp crack.
Immediately afterward, cracks spread outward from Mu Yang's knuckles like a spiderweb, densely covering almost his entire shell.
Then, before his incredulous eyes, the shell he had honed for centuries, one almost comparable to high-grade treasure armor, simply...
Split apart!!
Tender pink flesh lay exposed to the icy river water.
Along with it came thick, crimson blood.
"Aaargh!!!"
The usually unflappable tortoise chancellor let out an agonized howl.
Although a shell was an exoskeleton, to a tortoise demon like Han Weng, it was almost equivalent to a human's bones.
Even Han Weng, who had lived for many hundreds of years, could barely endure the pain of having all his bones