"Pop!"
The scattered shards of the jar, heavy as Mount Taishan and significant as the stars, directly pierced through the void, breaking through space. As the nine-colored heavenly light descended, endless streams of Chaos energy crazily rushed into the Primordial Heaven and Earth.
"Pfft!"
The Spiritual Treasure was damaged, and the Old Turtle, whose spirit was linked with the jar, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood in disbelief, staring at the fragments of the jar shooting towards his hand, muttering, "How is this possible, how is this possible..."
Poor Old Turtle failed to notice that the giant axe, which had shattered the jar, still carried an overwhelming momentum, relentlessly chopping towards him.
"Pfft!"
