BOOM!
As the body of the Deep Sea Nether Turtle was hauled into the sky, the sea below split apart. Thousand-zhang-tall waves surged to either side.
In the center, a vacuum-like abyss remained.
It was as if that single slash was about to cleave the very sea in two—a truly shocking sight.
Jiao Peng, at least, knew he was incapable of unleashing such a powerful attack.
'I can't match that slash.'
He compared it to his own abilities, and the more he did, the more shocked he became.
The Deep Sea Nether Turtle's shell was as hard as Divine Iron, its durability approaching that of Half-Saint Soldiers. He knew he could never kill it in a single strike.
He could feel the faint traces of the World-Destroying Saber Intent. It carried an intense, bleak killing aura that oppressed him with the feeling of a world-ending crisis, as if it could slay the heavens and destroy the earth!
In that instant, Jiao Peng and his men froze mid-air, not daring to move any closer.
