This idea hadn't even had time to continue before it was halted by the brutal scene before his eyes.
[The turtle shell is quite thick]
Not far away, the Holy Demon's Son slowly lowered one of its hands, holding in its hand a body with a crushed skull and severely deformed.
At its feet and around it, there was a burst of blood, viscera, and spiritual objects condensed from Immortal Foundation Spirit Evil, with dazzling colors, strangely lacking in gore, instead bringing an incredible despair transcending common sense.
Yan Chengju stared dazedly in the direction of the Holy Demon's Son, unable to speak at the moment, while the Holy Demon's Son also assumed that the other was scared out of his wits. However, oddly, even though Yan Chengju was frightened, he didn't produce much feeling of despair and self-abandonment, which puzzled it.
— Can a fool not produce despair? But being able to cultivate such a turtle shell, it's impossible to be a fool, right?
"Evil demons, stop hiding!"
