"Heh heh, bet you didn't see that coming!"
The old turtle sneered, his figure flashing and charging wildly through the Sword Array, his sharp claws continuously attacking, and quickly caused the Sword Array to wobble, about to disintegrate.
The old Daoist's face turned ugly, but his actions didn't become panicked; he began to fend off the claw attacks.
With one hand brandishing a sword for defence and the other forming a spell, he cast an unknown spell that summoned a golden-armored general, which with a punch pushed back the claw attack.
"The army descends upon the combatant..."
The old Daoist's hands formed seals, continuously changing, and his aura kept climbing higher and higher, becoming stronger until it finally reached the Taiyi level, which elicited a roar from the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao, calling forth endless calamity clouds to brew Calamity Thunder.
Hiss~
