Ye Rong cautiously made a move, and as his flying sword lightly skimmed over several turtles, it sparked, making a ding-ding noise.
"Damn it, what are these turtles doing!"
Seeing the damage numbers in the mere hundreds, Ye Rong shouted. He was dumbfounded by the turtles' defensive strength. Normally, spirits of this level would die after a few sword attacks, there was no need to waste so much effort.
Although these rock turtles moved extremely slowly and their attack power was laughable for spirits of this level, in this confined tunnel, their shortcomings were minimized and their advantages maximized.
In such a small space, seven or eight rock turtles crowded together, forming an unbreakable barrier.
It was the Cauldron of Nine Uncertainties that he had come for, and only by chasing Winged Daoist Geng Kun did he end up in this place. If not for the abnormality in these underground tunnels, he would not have followed all the way down.
