At this moment, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle had transformed into battle armor that enveloped Beiting Huang's entire body, with dark Lightstream fashioned from ancient and mystical Runes, in no way inferior to Ming Su's armor, and even much higher in tier. After all, even if Beiming was suppressed by the plane, it could not change the fact that he was a Great Overlord level magical beast.
"Heh heh! If you think an Old Turtle can save your life, Beiting Huang, you're destined to die today!" Ming Su was very confident in his Bead Fall.
By this time, the flexible sword in Beiting Huang's hand had already viciously traced an arc in the air, forming a Gale Giant Dragon at the tip that was slightly smaller than before. Amid the dark night, the black dragon with specks of nine-colored light suddenly let out a dragon's roar, stirred up raging winds and clouds, and, pulled by the Northern Court Phoenix Sword's tip, charged toward the scimitar.
