"Neither side can prevail over the other, how about we call it a truce?"
Inside the turtle shell, Ji Wufang felt the world spinning for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, only to see stars, as Flower Monk and Liu Yaoyao seemed tireless, tossing him around like a ball.
Liu Yaoyao, panting at this moment, fiercely blasted her True Essence out, causing the turtle shell to spin and fly out once more.
At the end was the sweating Flower Monk, who, upon seeing the incoming turtle shell, picked a small flower, whose petals grew against the wind and completely enveloped the turtle shell.
"Kill!"
Under the command, the red petals kept shrinking, making a creaking sound as they tightened around the turtle shell.
"It's useless, this turtle shell is my last means of survival, don't waste your effort."
Inside the turtle shell, Ji Wufang sensed the commotion and spoke in a muffled voice.
