Xuanyou did not respond to Yinglong.
His eyes were clear, touched with the weariness of ages.
"You shouldn't have come up here. I wouldn't have killed him. That would have ended this slaughter of Heavenly Prodigies, which will only drive our two worlds into opposition."
"There's no point saying that now." Ning Xinyao shook her head. "You came here brimming with ambition, so don't dream of a peaceful ending. I'll die, but my junior brother will avenge me!"
As the Black Tortoise Battlefield closed, the final fight to the death began.
Xuanyou transformed, revealing his true form: an enormous tortoise. His shell was the same color as the Black Tortoise Battlefield, ancient and ponderous, as though it bore the weight of several epochs.
He lay in the battlefield's void, his shell covered in furrows and patterns carved by time. They resembled the ridgelines of great mountains, making him look like an entire continent.
His head resembled a true dragon's, covered in dark scales. As his eyes opened and closed, they seemed to swallow time itself.
This was a divine beast with an extraordinarily powerful bloodline, an atavistic bloodline even stronger than White Marsh's.
"I doubt any Demon Race Heavenly Prodigy in all of Xun Province has a bloodline as powerful as his!"
Those exclaiming were not the Heavenly Prodigies, but the women who held power in Kun Province.
Even they found the Dark Tortoise extraordinary, undoubtedly the most terrifying of all the Demon Race Heavenly Prodigies who had appeared.
"Why isn't he attacking? Why has he tucked his head, legs, and tail into his shell instead?" a Heavenly Prodigy asked suspiciously.
The Dark Tortoise was unquestionably the strongest of the fifty-three Demon Race Heavenly Prodigies, yet instead of taking the initiative to kill Ning Xinyao, he had withdrawn into his