Seven residual suns bled like blood.
A true spirit Xuanwu, its body mountainous in size, fell dead to the ground, causing a minor earthquake, with a ferocious bloody hole in its turtle shell.
The Little Mysterious Turtle, transformed into the shape of a child, silently gathered up the remains of its deceased senior.
It had only just barely reached the lower tier of the seventh stage in cultivation, while this senior from the same race had been a true Mahayana-level true spirit!
Had it been able to obtain its essence blood and Inner Core, the chances of breaking through to the Mahayana stage would have significantly increased!
The Little Mysterious Turtle thought so, and so did Xiao Qing!
The essence blood of the true spirit Phoenix would greatly increase her cultivation.
"These two true spirits from the Monster Clan are really good beings," remarked Fang Xi, standing atop the corpse of the Xuanwu, hands clasped behind his back, surveying the entire battlefield.
