Han Li's sleeve lightly shook again, and with a flick of his finger, he pointed downwards in the void.
"Poof!"
The azure rope suddenly transformed into a thread-like existence, then abruptly tightened.
The giant demon tortoise shattered into countless pieces of flesh, scattering downward.
At this moment, the lake surface rippled, and a crystalline white alms bowl silently emerged, swirling before transforming into an enormous object the size of an acre.
The tortoise's blood and flesh fell from the sky, landing precisely within it without missing a piece.
Han Li made another gesture with one hand.
The white alms bowl flashed and shot towards him, shrinking to its original size along the way.
Han Li's five fingers grasped into the void, and the alms bowl landed steadily in his palm.
He swept his spiritual sense over it leisurely, and moments later, a look of extreme satisfaction appeared on his face.
