Amidst a tidal wave of roars, the left and right flanks of the Demon Serpent Legion—thousands of Lizardman Warriors and Snake-man Warriors—crashed violently against the Eternal Giant Turtle's mountain-like body like two black torrents.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
Long Spears, War Axes, Bone Blades…
Countless Weapons hacked at its shell and its limbs, which were covered in thick Scale Armor. Yet the sound that erupted was not of tearing flesh, but a series of crisp, metallic clashes and a shower of sparks.
Before the Eternal Giant Turtle's defense, these ordinary Weapons were as laughable as a child's toys.
Most attacks couldn't even leave a white scratch on its weathered, heavy shell.
The Eternal Giant Turtle paid no mind to this harassment.
Its millstone-sized eyes remained locked on Blood River and Poison Fang nearby. They were the real threat.
