Moonlight silvery white.
Bloodlines surged tumultuously.
The entire Great Marsh seemed to be split in two by red ink!
With a cacophony of cracking bones and muscles, the mountains towered high below, and waves churned violently.
About to be caught in a single net, Liang Qu bit his tongue, regained clarity of mind, opened all Whirlpool Apertures, and endured the agony of the poison water scorching his skin. He connected to the discontinuous water columns a hundred yards away and, with a flash, fell back into the Great Marsh.
"Divine Skills?"
Great Turtle's thoughts raced like lightning, and in a fury, it swung its claws again!
Divine Skills were inscribed deep in the soul, the vast majority affecting only oneself—you can run away the monk, but not the temple!
Boom!
A hurricane struck.
Old Toad's cheeks flapped wildly, his round belly pressed out wave-like ripples.
Another glance.
