You ungrateful dog.
Tu Xingsun's actions made Ji Wufang so angry his teeth itched.
At this time, the Flying Sword and the Golden Net were already coming from front and back.
Clang!
The Flying Sword hit the turtle shell first, only producing a muffled sound before being bounced off.
This time, the Golden Net fell down first, tightly enclosing Ji Wufang.
"Ji Wufang, hand over the item."
You Li stepped forward quickly and shouted loudly.
Trapped in the Golden Net, Ji Wufang was not panicked; instead, he held the stone close to his chest.
He quickly muttered an Imperial Decree.
The turtle shell he wore grew larger in the wind, and in a few blinks of an eye, it was already as tall as a person. Ji Wufang shrank his head and limbs inside it, clutching the stone.
A turtle hiding its head?
Who was the heaven-killer who came up with this Artifact?
"Let me!"
Huangfu Liang controlled the gourd to break free from the array, then rushed to bash the turtle shell.
