It had been tied up in this place for a hundred years.
A full hundred years!
Although a century for humans means little to the long-lived, almost immortal Black Tortoise tribe.
However, if every moment of those hundred years was spent having its consciousness drained by a massive array, with the constant threat of becoming an idiot, that changes things.
"Finally regained freedom. I don't know if that black-robed figure is dead, but this isn't over."
With a loud noise, the Black Tortoise crawled up from the ground.
Each step it took was like an earthquake, and before long, it had reached the edge of the plaza.
As the Black Tortoise emerged, the space around twisted and suddenly became unstable.
Yang Yan took a quick glance and said:
"This is going to collapse; let's get out first! This place was originally supported by the eight pillars with Void Stones, now I've destroyed them, the seawater will rush in instantly."
