Indeed, the Yin Yang circulation harbors an old turtle.
A very gigantic old turtle.
Chen Jie looked over, roughly estimating that this old turtle could be fifteen meters long, around seven or eight meters tall, and its weight was unpredictable, but Chen Jie figured it must be several tens of tons.
The shell was as hard as rock, its surface covered with ice and lava patterns, its limbs were massive, its head triangular, covered in sharp scales, and its eyes were deep purple with dull yellow pupils, exuding the indifference of a cold-blooded creature.
Its mouth and nose were sharp, easily capable of gnawing rocks, with nostrils like a volcano's vent that were emitting black smoke.
It was probably due to the terrifying Flame Pulse earlier that caused the temperature inside its mouth to become excessively high.
Its tail was very thick, with bone spurs at the end; if it were to fight, a single tail swipe could sweep away everything.
