232: Chapter 232 I, Jaw Madman, Swear...

"A bunch of trash, is the Formation not ready yet!"

Han Zheng's voice had just fallen.

"Rise!"

"Hum!"

A low, humming sound came from behind.

Five rays of spiritual light lit up simultaneously, like five lit candles arranged in a pentagram in the night, rising from five directions at once and converging directly above the Evil Pool.

The moment the lights converged, a layer of silvery-white light curtain descended from the intersection point, pouring down like a waterfall and covering the entire Evil Pool.

Fine silver patterns began to emerge inside the light curtain, one after another, like a slowly woven net, with intersecting arcs stacking layer by layer, pressing down onto the surface of the turtle shell.

The giant turtle's yellow-brown pupils contracted sharply.

He could feel a heavy layer landing on his turtle shell, increasing slowly at first, then faster and faster, like layers of sandbags stacking up, pressing him downwards.

His limbs spread wider on the ground, his claws digging into the mud, leaving deep marks.

But that pressure continued to increase, as if an invisible hand were pressing down on his turtle shell, forcing him into the ground bit by bit.

His neck lowered by an inch, then he stubbornly lifted it back up; the layer of grey-black scales on his neck made a faint friction sound under the pressure, like an iron plate being slowly bent.

Han Zheng stood on the stone slope, watching the light curtain finally close, and exhaled, his tone carrying a trace of exhaustion after relief: "The Bright Moon Formation is complete."

"Everyone, retreat outside the Formation, maintain the output of spiritual power, and wear it down to death."

The giant turtle's neck lowered another inch, struggling to lift his head, but the pressure was already so great that even turning his neck was somewhat difficult.

"Hum, hum, hum~"

"Damn it, you damn, Human Race!!"

The giant turtle struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the deeper his limbs embedded into the mud; dim light seeped from the cracks on the surface of the turtle shell, and those cracks seemed to be pried open a little more under the pressure.

A low, muffled grunt came from his mouth, followed by a spray of blood.

After seeing this scene, a trace of joy instantly appeared in Han Zheng's eyes.

"Finally..."

"It seems the intelligence was not wrong."

Han Zheng's eyes shone with a sharp light.

On the canopy in the distance, Wu Li watched the operating Bright Moon Formation, his blood-red pupils revealing little emotion.

Bai Chi crouched on the horizontal branch beside Wu Li, his grey pupils reflecting the operating Bright Moon Formation.

He watched for a while, his brows moving slightly, as if some thought had emerged from his chaotic train of thought, and then he turned his head to look at Wu Li, his voice lowered very low.

"Old Ancestor, this turtle demon's cultivation is so powerful; even if he is not a match, he should be able to run, right."

"How could he be so obediently trapped by the Formation?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Li also immediately noticed this point, his gaze pausing on that layer of silvery-white light curtain.

"Indeed."

Wu Li's voice was not high, his arms crossed.

"You tell me, why doesn't he run."

After Wu Li finished saying this, the Blood Pupil on his forehead slowly opened, crimson light condensing into a thin line deep within the pupil, passing through the layer of silvery-white light curtain, through the churning muddy water and the cracks on the surface of the turtle shell, all the way down, sinking into the depths of the Evil Pool.

The bottom of the pool was much deeper than he had expected.

The bottom of the water was covered with a thick layer of silt and gravel, mud and sand mixed together, like traces of having been stirred many times and then resettled.

Under a rock wall near the deepest part of the pool bottom, there was a depression covered by gravel and algae.

In the center of the depression, a pale cyan egg was lying there quietly.

The egg was not big, only the size of a fist, its surface covered with a layer of fine cyan-grey patterns, emitting a faint spiritual light in the dim water.

Inside, a force of life was slowly taking shape.

"So that's how it is."

Wu Li withdrew his Blood Pupil, his gaze returning from the depths of the Evil Pool to the giant turtle, a flash of calculation in his eyes.

Subsequently.

Wu Li's gaze condensed, the Blood Pupil on his forehead rippled silently, accurately piercing into the giant turtle's Sea of Consciousness.

"Hum~"

In an instant.

The giant turtle's body stiffened abruptly under the heavy pressure of the Bright Moon Formation, his yellow-brown pupils losing focus in that instant, as if something had cut into his consciousness from the outside, briefly isolating him from the outside world.

At this moment.

Inside a blood-misty space.

Boundless dark red mist churned, without boundaries or direction, as if wrapped in a thin layer of blood membrane, isolating all sounds and light.

The giant turtle's consciousness appeared in this space; he looked down at his own phantom limbs, then looked up at the surrounding churning blood mist, his yellow-brown pupils full of confusion and vigilance, instinctively adopting a defensive posture in the strange environment.

"Who? Who is it?"

A heavy voice echoed in the space, forming layers of echoes.

The surrounding blood mist continued to churn slowly, without responding to his question, and nothing walked out of the mist, like a box with the sound turned off, leaving only the movement of him alone echoing repeatedly inside.

A moment later.

Wu Li's voice came from the blood mist.

"You are about to die, and you cannot protect your offspring."

The giant turtle's phantom jolted. He lifted his head, anger and killing intent surging simultaneously in his yellow-brown pupils: "Who exactly are you?"

Wu Li's voice came through the blood mist calmly: "Who I am is not important."

"What is important is that I can keep your offspring alive."

The giant turtle's phantom froze in the blood mist, his yellow-brown pupils staring fixedly at the direction from which the voice came.

The blood mist continued to churn, with no intention of revealing itself.

He remained silent for three breaths, as if weighing something, his voice a few degrees lower than before.

"What do you want?"

Wu Li's voice came through the blood mist, carrying a thin layer of coldness: "The fragments."

The giant turtle's pupils contracted slightly.

He did not answer immediately, as if confirming something.

A moment later he spoke, his tone carrying a layer of probing: "Are you from Wan Jiao Palace?"

A very light sneer came from the blood mist: "You are about to die, and you still have time to ask such questions?"

"If I were you, I would make a decision quickly."

The giant turtle's phantom remained silent for another moment, a flash of intense struggle in his yellow-brown pupils.

"I can give you the thing."

"But you must make an oath, swear by yourself, to protect my offspring safely. Otherwise, even if I have to self-detonate my Divine Soul, I will not let you succeed."

Wu Li pondered for a moment upon hearing this.

"Fine."

"I, E Kuang, swear..."

Wu Li began.

Hearing this, E Kuang also let out a final long sigh.

"It is time, it is fate..."

"The Demon Venerable Legacy fragments are in my belly; I will give them to you in a moment."

"These damnable Human Race harmed me to this point; even if I die, I won't let them have it easy!!"