"I was wrong!"
The Yellow-skinned Old Immortal bowed repeatedly, about to kowtow and beg for mercy.
The suction force vanished in an instant.
It wasn't that Su Chen had let it go, but that the illusory Magic Crystal inside him seemed to have reached its limit and suddenly shattered.
His Qi and blood, which had been merged, separated once more.
He could no longer use the Immortal Skill.
Just then, the Great Demon Fiend finally understood. The strange behavior of the evil spirits in the ruined temple earlier had been a warning: this kid was not to be trifled with.
"Damn it!"
"Don't you have mouths? Why didn't you tell me, your Lord Immortal!"
The Yellow-skinned Old Immortal cursed angrily. Its eyes filled with terror, its courage shattered by Su Chen, it turned and fled, disappearing into the vast, rainy night.
'Don't run!'
'Turtle is hungry!'
Inside the Sword Box, the Ink Jade Little Turtle scrambled on its four short legs, chasing after the giant Weasel Demon.
