As the battle dragged on, Zhang Ming could see that Stone Mama was beginning to lose ground.
After all, it had no actual physical body, and fighting with Spirit Language consumed enormous amounts of mental power and soul power.
Though it had been ferocious at the start, a quick victory over this thick-skinned enemy was clearly unrealistic.
Mental power recovered slowly. Someone like Zhang Ming needed a month to recover if he exhausted his mental power; an existence without a physical body like Stone Mama recovered even more slowly.
The Dragon Turtle, however, had a real body and an extremely high recovery rate.
It even possessed several powerful idealist rules. One of them might have been a defensive ability: that murky black light wrapped around it like an iron shell.
Zhang Ming guessed that this powerful defense was a supernatural power inherited from Black Tortoise. The Black Tortoise Descendants' ability to turn into stone was part of that power.
Even with his Eye of Space-Time activated, he could not see the Dragon Turtle's internal structure clearly, much less locate any space-time discontinuity points inside its body.
"Sure enough, teleporting bombs inside supernatural creatures like this isn't so easy. This Dragon Turtle's defense is far too tough."
Zhang Ming sighed inwardly, only to hear Stone Mama urgently transmit, "Help already! Let's stew this turtle and have ourselves a feast!"
Zhang Ming burst out laughing. "This turtle's so big, one pot won't hold it!"
He put away his plane and charged fearlessly at the enormous creature.
Of his 4,800 points of transcendent spirit, he allocated 1,000 to his physique and the other 3,800 to his mind.
A minute later, his height had slowly increased to three meters-the current expansion limit of his protective suit. Like a small giant, he raised the Abyss