This white turtle was a strange beast, with a ferocious head and horns, its entire body covered in thick plates of armor.
At this moment, it glowed all over, continuously growing larger, transforming into the size of a small mountain peak, and charged down with the might of Mount Tai.
Ji Mo's eyes lit up on the spot.
The turtle was so large, it wouldn't fit in one pot for stewing.
This immortal turtle was clearly a rare and exotic beast, bound to be incredibly nourishing.
The Fourth General, wanting to seize the opportunity to show off, immediately shot into the sky, intending to display his might and let these lowly beings know the consequences of daring to pursue him.
"Fourth, you stop right there."
Ji Mo suddenly shouted.
The Fourth General jolted violently for no reason, looked down, and didn't understand what he meant.
Immediately after.
His vision went black, and he was heavily slammed onto the ground by the white turtle, causing him immense pain and making him spit out several mouthfuls of blood.
"This turtle must be captured alive. It can't be injured, or it won't taste good."
Ji Mo explained.
Turtle blood was very nourishing, and if it was injured and its precious blood flowed out, he would feel heartache.
The Fourth General rolled his eyes upon hearing this.
How could it not taste good if it was injured? That was fooling ghosts.
He felt that Ji Mo must be taking advantage of the situation to retaliate, because he had intended to escape earlier, and this was a deliberate punishment.
It had to be like this.
Some people, outwardly appearing harmless, as amiable as boys next door, were actually very wicked at heart.
And Ji Mo was one of those people.
The Fourth General learned his lesson and vowed never to have any ulterior motives again, lest this fellow named Ji might teach him a good lesson, and he wouldn't even know how he died.
"No problem, Mr. Ji, I'll listen to you."
The Fourth General nodded while coughing up blood, a person under the eaves could only bow their head.
He dared not harbor any more thoughts and cautiously engaged in a battle with the white turtle.
The other cultivators cried out in alarm and swarmed in to attack.
Ji Mo's eyes narrowed, a murderous intent surfacing.
Did they really think he was a pushover?
Then they couldn't blame him for unleashing a massacre.
A cold smile crept onto his lips, and he was about to make his move.
"Unfaithful man, don't be afraid, with me here, no one can touch you."
Ying Menglong blocked in front of Ji Mo, stretching her perfect figure, intending to protect this scumbag who only knew how to break her heart.
She let out a clear whistle, her clear eyes surging with sharp light, sweeping across the void like blades, emitting rumbling sounds.
At the same time, her vital energy surged, her physical body glowed, and the phantom image of an Ying Long appeared behind her.
Ying Menglong's long black hair moved as if by wind, enveloped in divine radiance, erupting with astonishing fluctuations.
The next second.
The earth shook, and she vanished from her spot.
"Kill!"
The cultivators who bore the brunt of it shouted, each conjuring their magic treasures and attacking the charging dragon shadow together.
Bang...
Something that shocked them immensely happened.
The few magic treasures they had conjured were struck by Ying Menglong's punch, instantly exploding in mid-air, shattering into pieces.
"What? The Seven Fiend Ghost Granny, didn't you say Ying Menglong was critically ill and about to die? How can she now shatter several magic treasures with her bare hands so easily?"
Zhu Fengwu's expression changed drastically.
Was this what a dying state looked like?
She was even more fierce and violent than in her prime, far exceeding her expectations.
Zhu Fengwu knew Ying Menglong somewhat; she had never possessed such power before. How could she be like a completely different person now?
"I... I don't know either."
The Seven Fiend Ghost Granny was utterly bewildered.
She felt that everything must be related to Ji Mo.
It seemed that anything connected to Ji Mo became incredible and beyond comprehension.
Ying Menglong also wore a look of surprise, seemingly startled by the combat power she had displayed.
With wings grown, her entire body seemed to have undergone a qualitative leap, and everything felt different.
It must be related to the "acupuncture" that the unfaithful man mentioned. When she had the chance, she would have him perform acupuncture on her again.
A faint smile appeared on Ying Menglong's face, but the killing intent in her eyes grew even stronger.
Anyone who dared to touch her man would die.
She attacked with full force, unleashing a barrage of killing blows.
The cultivators whose magic treasures had been shattered were terrified, their expressions frozen. They only saw that ethereal figure flash by, and they immediately cracked open.
Blood splattered, and corpses littered the ground.
In just one encounter, several strong individuals from Four Symbols City were killed in an instant.
And this was just the beginning.
Ying Menglong entered her hunting phase.
Faint light wings lit up behind her, her movement technique pushed to its extreme, her speed incredibly fast, undetectable even by divine sense.
"Ah..."
Screams erupted one after another.
No one could withstand Ying Menglong's slaughter.
She was invincible, unleashing a massacre, and in a blink of an eye, she eliminated dozens of the enemy.
"Too brutal, truly too brutal."
Ji Mo gasped.
Such a delicate-looking girl possessed violent tendencies, often reducing people to dust, leaving no bones behind.
But it seemed quite good, a rare feeling of being cared for.
Being the man behind the "violent dragon" and enjoying the taste of being taken care of didn't seem so bad.
Thus, Ji Hanhan even took out snacks and watched while eating.
"No matter how brutal she is, she can't compare to you. Ying Menglong just tears people to shreds; that's the dragon race's way of fighting. But you boiled the Immortal Emperor and ate him, leaving not even bones."
The Fourth General grumbled inwardly.
Now, with dismembered corpses and scattered flesh all over the ground, no normal person would have the appetite to eat, only you would dare to do such a thing.
Even for them, the Underworld race, who often created bloody scenes, they were merely "little brothers" compared to Ji Mo.
This showed that even their wicked Underworld race was just a stinkier younger sibling in front of Ji Mo.
"Perhaps the boss is right; we must win over this fellow, not make an enemy of him. Isn't our Empress still single? Perhaps we could try to matchmake them."
The Fourth General even contemplated playing matchmaker for the Empress of the Underworld.
As long as Ji Mo was tied to their Underworld race's ship, perhaps the plan for the Underworld race to re-dominate the Immortal Spirit Realm might succeed.
Although the Underworld race's re-entry into the world this time was to restore their former glory and once again unify the Immortal Spirit Realm.
But the Underworld race's strongest forces had been almost wiped out by the Great Immortal Kongxu back then. Even after more than ten thousand years of recuperation, they had not recovered their vitality, and their strength was far inferior to their former selves.
But if Ji Mo were added, the Fourth General felt there was potential, and perhaps the Underworld race truly had a chance to re-unify the Immortal Spirit Realm.
Distracted during battle was a major taboo.
The white turtle seized the opportunity and counterattacked, regaining the upper hand, pinning the Fourth General to the ground and relentlessly grinding him.
Zhu Fengwu also joined the fray, leading a large group of her subordinates to surround and attack Ying Menglong.
Not long ago, she had considered herself no weaker than Ying Menglong, with both being equally matched.
But now, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within her. Even in a group fight, she wasn't confident she could suppress Ying Menglong; the gap between them was too vast.
If this continued, they would ultimately be the ones to lose.
And on the other side, Murong Guan was also about to make a move.
"Heh, the so-called strategy is to capture the king first. Ying Menglong is too strong; I don't consider myself her match, but dealing with you would be as easy as lifting a finger. So let me turn the tide and completely reverse the situation."
Murong Guan smiled confidently and stealthily approached Ji Mo.