The Black Turtle Mountain was the first ancient rite that was able to move by itself.
A million cultivators died as soon as the ancient rite appeared! A million corpses could be piled up into a mountain! At this time, Black Turtle Mountain was heading for Orastin Island with great purpose. Anyone could imagine what kind of terrifying thing would happen if the ancient rite could destroy a million cultivators once it appeared.
The dark cloud came with the mountain. In the dark cloud, there was lightning and thunder.
The news spread very quickly and swept over the entire Orastin Island in the shortest time possible.
Black Turtle ancient rite caused everyone on the island to be in a state of panic.
This was a dangerous place. When it swept over, there might be a catastrophe! As the Black Turtle floated, countless heart- tearing screams were heard. Those screams came from the sect which was on the top of the mountain. Under the dark clouds, no one knew what had happened there, but those screams were enough to make people think of a lot of things.
However, Black Turtle Mountain did not stop and it continued to move forward slowly.
"Look! There's a figure on the back of the Black Turtle!"
"I can't see clearly what this person looks like!"
"It was he who controlled Black Turtle and started the massacre!"
"This person is too terrifying. Just looking at his body, I will feel an inexplicable fear!"
"I heard one friend who came out from the devouring inheritance place that there would be an ancient being in the inheritance that devours our essence and blood in order to live a second life. That's the feeling I get from the person on the Black Turtle too!"
"He is going to destroy the entire Orastin Island!"
"Let's run!"
Someone shouted first, and the cultivators on Orastin Island began to flee in the opposite direction of the Black Turtle.
The Black Turtle slowly came over. For the cultivators on Orastin Island, the end was approaching.
"Fellow, do you really want to have a million corpses?!"
A voice sounded from the inside of the Divine
Palace.
The six Divine Masters and the elder of the Divine Race had all died outside of Holy City. This time, the ones who came out might be powerful existences from the Seventh Tribe of the Divine Race or above.
The figure above the Black Turtle stood with his hands behind his back. His long hair floated behind him and he did not say anything. However, his terrifying aura directly pressed down on the Divine Palace in response to the expert from the Divine Race.
"How dare you?!"
In the palace, there was also a monstrous momentum coming out, and a figure went straight to the sky, rushing to the Black Turtle.
On the ground, many people could see that above the Black Turtle, two figures were fighting with each other. Thunder sounded continuous. At the same time, there were cries, which were especially chilling.
All the people were sweating, hoping to defeat the figure above the Black Turtle.
The great battle was extremely intense, but also extremely short. After more than ten moves, the figures that shot from the Divine Palace fell from the skies, heavily smashing onto the ground. His Divine Shore scattered, and the clouds on his Divine Shore scattered also.
This was at least an expert from the Seventh Tribe of the Divine Race. Within a dozen moves, he died! The cultivators from Orastin Island felt despair as they watched the figure of the Black Turtle slowly approaching. They didn't know where they were able to flee to and who could stop this existence?
Just as everyone's hearts were filled with despair, a voice rang out.
"Retreat or die!"
The voice was plain, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
A figure in white was floating in the air, blocking the way of the Black Turtle.
In front of Black Turtle Mountain, this figure in white seemed extremely small. However, at this moment, it caused everyone's hearts to tremble. A wave of intense self-confidence rose from within their hearts.
"Immortal King!"
On the top of the Black Turtle, a large Nothingness Formation suddenly appeared. It was Cesia. The power enveloped the Black Turtle Mountain. The dark clouds in the sky were all dispersed.
Two three-metre-long yellow dragons were tearing at the Black Turtle. Although they were only three metres long, they were extraordinarily horrible.
The figure above the Black Turtle was still standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
Henry looked ahead. A colourful bead floated in front of him and it suddenly burst. At this moment, Henry's momentum rose wildly.
Henry's mouth curved into a smile. He stepped forward and rushed toward the mountain.
This colourful bead was left behind by the owner of Immortal Mountain, allowing Henry to use all of Immortal Mountain's power.
Above the Black turtle, Henry even felt an aura that was more terrifying than that of the Divine Sky expert.
Thunder boomed again in the sky.
People standing on the ground couldn't see what was happening on the Black Turtle. They could only see the Qi exploding in the sky. Under the Black Turtle, the mountain collapsed, the seawater churned, and countless terrifying phantoms appeared in the sky.
On the ground, a huge black shadow appeared. Its arms extended into the sky as it grabbed onto the Black Turtle, preventing it from moving.
Another red giant shadow appeared. This red giant shadow was even more terrifying. It was the Heretic God. It looked up at the sky and roared. Its arms were sharp claws, and it was going to completely tear the Black Turtle apart.
Looking at the battle in the sky, the cultivators on Orastin Island were a little stunned. They couldn't believe that the man who fought with the Black Turtle was really a young man in his twenties! Was he really an existence who lived in the same era as them?
In the sky, the Black Turtle finally let out a roar. Black blood sprinkled down from the sky. It was the Black Turtle who was injured and torn by the giant red shadow's claws.
That ghostly cry was even more frightening.
"Look! That figure is no match for him!"
"Black Turtle is retreating!"
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