This Grand Turtle Steward was a level 180 Spiritwater Archmage.
He was also the Merfolk Emperor's right-hand man.
Naturally, he could not simply stand by and watch the Merfolk Emperor die a violent death.
The Grand Turtle Steward was not foolish.
After observing the brief clash between Ling Zhan and the Merfolk Emperor, he instantly realized that his master had likely been forcibly suppressed by this Jobless Freelancer through some extremely bizarre method.
To the point that, even now, the Merfolk Emperor had not triggered a single skill, Secret Realm talent, or equipment effect.
He had only used two innate talents.
Most importantly...
Everyone present could clearly sense that the Merfolk Emperor's attributes had suffered a cliff-like plunge.
Otherwise, with this Martial God's 2 billion Strength points, a single punch—even without a skill—would have been enough to scatter the soul of the Jobless Freelancer before him.
Having realized this, the Grand Turtle Steward could no longer sit still.
Without the slightest hesitation, he launched an attack directly at Ling Zhan.
A level 180 Spiritwater Archmage was no pushover.
Even Ling Zhan did not dare show the slightest carelessness when facing an attack from such an existence.
Of course...
The main reason was that the enemy's attacks were much faster than Ling Zhan's fists.
If possible, Ling Zhan wanted to trade injury for life. Even if he had to take one of the Grand Turtle Steward's fatal attacks head-on, he still wanted to kill the Merfolk Emperor once.
But unfortunately...
Unable to use any skills, Secret Realm talents, or equipment effects, Ling Zhan's punching speed could not match the old turtle's spellcasting speed.
Besides...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
To guard against every possibility, the old sea turtle did not merely unleash one attack. He simultaneously sprayed dozens of Spiritwater beams, which came