Looking at Cheng Guang, who had transformed into the Iron Shell Turtle, Zhao Jin felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.
His Qi burst forth from within him.
All of the attacks landed on Cheng Guang's body.
Yet they sank into the vast ocean, failing to stir even the slightest ripple!
Zhao Jin struggled for hardly a moment before he already wanted to beg for mercy.
Seeing the Devil Beast before him, Zhao Jin, with the intention to say something, had just parted his lips.
When Cheng Guang's arms gave a forceful squeeze.
The words leaping from Zhao Jin's throat all turned into meaningless "Ugh!!"
Cheng Guang looked down at Zhao Jin, whom he held in his embrace, his expression unchanging. When he saw Zhao Jin's resistance waning, he raised his eyes to the inverted green porcelain bowl suspended in the sky above.
"Zhao Jin."
A husky, raw voice emanated from Cheng Guang's throat.
