Catching a Turtle in a Jar

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(First Update)

Black clouds watched as fierce rain swept in, yet this place before the mountain remained clear.

Then suddenly, clouds and rain gathered overhead, while the mountain ahead still glowed in the evening light.

Extreme heat and extreme cold collided, but Ye Zhiqiu ultimately came out on top.

With the immense Soul Power of a level fifty-three Spirit King, the rising steam soon condensed into dark clouds that blanketed the sky, then poured down like July's plum rains.

"Patter, patter, patter..."

Raindrops struck the ground, splashing up puddles everywhere.

The rain was freezing, a damp chill that seeped through the skin and into the flesh beneath.

The onlookers who had been gathered nearby to watch the show were caught off guard by the rain and drenched like drowned rats. Those with weaker constitutions immediately sneezed.

Yet the moment those raindrops came within a meter of Yang Ming, they were instantly evaporated by the flaming mantle surrounding him.

Night had fallen. The towering Flame Demon Form stood amid the rain, continuously radiating scorching heat from within. Dense mist swirled around him, so thick one could not see a hand before one's face.

A gigantic flaming fist descended from the sky like a falling meteor, carrying terrifying power.

Watching the truck-sized flaming fist approach, Ye Zhiqiu sneered inwardly:

If we were of the same level, I might have given you some ground. But I'm nearly twenty levels higher than you now!

Then, something bizarre happened.

Ye Zhiqiu drew his neck inward, and his entire head actually slid into his chest as smoothly as a turtle retracting into its shell. Relying on the incomparably tough shell of his Black Tortoise Martial Soul, he forcibly withstood Yang Ming's attack!

The scorching aura around the flaming fist was continuously weakened by Blackwater Ice