Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14085 Giant Turtle
Ruins are scattered everywhere, and the once magnificent buildings have been reduced to ruins; the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood and burning, as if a horrific massacre had taken place here.

Looking again at Yang Xiong, the white-robed man whose aura was waning, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His once upright posture was now slightly hunched, and his white clothes were stained with large patches of blood. The bloodstains were like blooming, bewitching flowers, a shocking sight.

His breathing was rapid and weak, each gasp seeming to have exhausted all his strength, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe injuries in the battle just now.

Su Lingyin shook her head slightly, her voice clear and melodious, like a mountain spring flowing through the air, yet carrying a profound understanding of the world:
"In my opinion, the unification of the world may not necessarily be a bad thing."

In this world today, various forces are constantly clashing, wars are raging, and people are displaced and suffering immensely.

If this endless war could be stopped, allowing all living beings to rest and recuperate, perhaps a rare period of peace could be achieved.

In that peaceful and prosperous era, people can live and work in contentment, children can laugh and play in the sunshine, and the elderly can enjoy their later years in peace. Isn't this what everyone longs for?

She subtly changed the subject, her eyes, which seemed to see right through people, fixed on Luo Qianchen with a hint of probing depth, and slowly said:
"However, judging from the current state of the Holy Temple, it has neither the ability to govern and win the sincere submission of all forces in the world, nor the leisure to care about the suffering of the people."

If that's the case, why bother exterminating the entire sea of ​​demons?

Although the Demon Sea acts cruelly, everything in the world has its reason for existence. Completely annihilating it might disrupt the balance of the world and trigger even greater disasters.

Hearing Su Lingyin's words, Luo Qianchen was instantly enraged. Her eyebrows furrowed, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she suddenly shouted:

"You old hag, you have no right to criticize the Holy Temple!"

"Though I am no match for you, do you really think that you and Yun Wuji alone can stop the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary?"

"My Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall possesses profound resources and countless experts; how could the two of you possibly contend with us!"

If you know what's good for you, leave now, or don't blame me for being impolite!

At this tense moment, when the atmosphere was so tense it seemed like it could ignite, Luo Qianchen's deep, abyss-like eyes suddenly turned towards the depths of the void.

Her eyes became incredibly sharp, as if they could pierce through the endless void and see the danger hidden in the shadows.

Almost simultaneously, the eerie blue flame inside the bronze lamp in the gravedigger Yun Wuji's hand suddenly leaped up. The flame danced wildly as if it were alive, making crackling sounds, as if warning of impending danger.

The slender fingers of the Heavenly Evolution God, Su Lingyin, gripping the jade flute tensed instantly. Her body leaned slightly forward, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, exuding an aura of vigilance.

The three powerful figures' gazes were drawn as if by invisible threads, fixed on the end of the void. They all sensed that a powerful and mysterious force was quietly approaching, and a new storm was about to break.

That deep, boundless darkness, like an ancient ocean that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, began to move unnaturally at this moment!
It was as if, in the depths of that endless darkness, some colossal being, exceeding the size of stars, was slowly awakening from a long and profound slumber.

Each slight struggle of its was like a giant turning over in the darkness, causing the space enveloping it to groan under its unbearable weight.

The sound was like an ancient city wall gradually collapsing under the erosion of time, or like the deep roar of a giant beast in pain.

The shattered fragments of space peeled off like glass, shimmering with strange light, tracing brilliant but fleeting paths in the darkness before vanishing without a trace.

As these fragments peel away, the darker, more desolate essence of the void behind them is revealed.

That void was like an endless abyss, devouring all light and hope, inspiring awe and fear.

Finally, an outline tore through the curtain of space, like a nightmare emerging from ancient mythology, slowly but irresistibly appearing in everyone's sight!

It was a giant tortoise that stood tall and firm!

Its massive size is beyond human imagination, as if it were built from solidified nebulae.

Its enormous body, like a moving galaxy, exudes an ancient and mysterious aura.

Its muscles are bulging and twisted, like a winding mountain range, crisscrossing and displaying boundless power.

The skin has a dark gray, rocky texture that has weathered countless ages, rough and hard, as if the years have etched deep marks on it.

It was covered with a dense, spiderweb-like network of deep cracks, each crack seemingly telling the story of countless thrilling battles and the vicissitudes of time it had endured.

What's even more terrifying is that on its massive shoulders, which are large enough to hold up the stars, it actually carries a mountain peak that is thousands of meters long!
The mountain peak, like a giant shackle, pressed down on the giant tortoise's shoulder, yet it did not hinder its progress in the slightest.

The mountain peak was pitch black, as if it had been soaked in endless darkness. It was made of some unknown material and exuded a cold and mysterious aura.

It was so heavy that every step the giant tortoise took seemed to tread on the lifeblood of the universe, causing the entire void to resonate and wail.

The sound was like a thousand sharp blades cutting into people's souls, instilling a deep sense of fear and despair.

On the mountainside, two large, blood-red characters, seemingly forged from the essence of countless living beings, exude a terrifying resentment and deathly stillness that freezes the soul.

Those two words, like the eyes of two demons, coldly gazed upon everything in the world, as if they wanted to devour all life and hope.

"Ling Xiao!"

This shout seemed to traverse endless time and space, carrying a heavy sense of destiny, and struck straight into Ling Xiao's ears.

"Om...!"

Almost the instant the two crimson characters "Lingxiao" on the mountain peak, exuding overwhelming resentment, pierced his vision, Lingxiao felt as if a storm had suddenly erupted within him.

The demonic needle deeply embedded in his body was as if it had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer, bursting out with an unprecedented and almost tragic tremor!

The trembling, with a hysterical frenzy, was like a magic needle uttering its final, desperate cry.

At the same time, Ling Xiao felt the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword roaring wildly inside his body.

The sword hummed incessantly, the sound deep and terrifying, like a death knell from hell.

The black jade luster on the surface of the sword flickered wildly, like a candle flame swaying in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.