Zhao Hai stood in the dimension with a calm expression, looking at the ten giant spirit ships that were slowly disappearing. He didn't have to fuse with them, but he did. He needed more than ten giant spirit ships to fight the flame weaving tribe. He needed one more thing, and that was old turtle.
The old turtle that Zhao Hai had tamed in the sea of clouds was very powerful. Its most important ability was its defensive ability. Even the attacks of the longevity stage cultivators were useless against the old turtle. Zhao Hai wanted to transform the old turtle into a weapon.
The old tortoise was alive, but it was better this way. Zhao Hai wanted to put a layer of armor on the old tortoise's body, and this armor would be formed from liquid silver.
