Ling An slammed punch after punch into the turtle's shell, but apart from shattering showers of frost, he achieved nothing.
Every Tacet Discord of the Tacet Discord class had something that set it apart.
This seemingly enormous Bell-Ringing Turtle drew its strength not from its size, but from its unparalleled defenses and the frost sweeping toward him from every direction.
If he had to describe it, the Bell-Ringing Turtle was actually a mage.
Ice began forming across the entire marsh, forcing Ling An to spread his wings and rise into the sky.
If the frost restrained him, a relentless barrage would probably follow.
At that moment, he finally, finally understood what it meant to be an ironclad turtle.
Not even thunder could shake this thing.
It buried its vulnerable parts underground and relied on an uninterrupted bombardment of spells.
Its grasp of combat tactics was every bit as good as an ordinary person's.
Ling An studied the Bell-Ringing Turtle from above.
Breaking through its shell by force was not impossible, but it would probably take far too long.
He had no desire to play monk and spend the whole day knocking on a turtle shell.
An idea struck Ling An, and he called out, "Little bro, come give me a hand!"
A streak of golden light shot from the Gourd, and the Glacio Rider appeared.
By then, the marsh had already become a sheet of ice. The Glacio Rider's engine roared as he charged toward the Bell-Ringing Turtle.
His flaming tires melted a long trail across the ice, and the long-handled broadsword in his hand swept down with the might of blazing flames.
Clang!!!
Blade met shell with the ringing clash of metal.
Ling An let out a helpless sigh.
His little bro might be the ruthless, taciturn type, but