Chapter 1369 The Turtle's Skills

"What?"

Everyone's eyes flew open with astonishment. Something was wrong! How could the head of the black cavalrymen have such strong aura?

Could their old turtle defend against the lead black cavalryman? Was Sally's comprehension of the rebound skill sufficient? Could they resist such a powerful opponent?

"Turtle, I'm a little scared." Sally murmured to the old turtle to ease her nervousness.

The old turtle stretched out his head and glanced at the black cavalryman before turning toward Sally.

His three legs paddled and scratched in the air a few times, and then he turned and hurried in the opposite direction.

"Is he fleeing?"

"Don't do that to us!"

Everyone exclaimed as anxiety surged within them. The turtle had been their only source of hope, but he had deserted them. If the old turtle was unwilling to help them, what chance did they have?

Meanwhile, the black cavalryman waved his long spear in front of him. A split second later, wave after wave of the black flames swept forward.

Facing this barrage of flames, the young talents felt it was pointless to try and escape. After all, the aura was too strong, and the speed was incredibly fast! Where would they go?

However, just as the flames were about to reach them, a shadow of a huge turtle head suddenly appeared.

It opened its massive mouth and sucked all the flames as if it were drinking water.

After the massive head finished consuming the flames, the old turtle let out a loud burp. A cloud of black smoke escaped his dry, scaly lips. He smacked his lips, and eagerness glimmered in his eyes, as though he wanted more.

"Ha-ha, I've comprehended the skill. This guy is immune to fire..." Finley laughed. What he mastered was the old turtle's fire-resisting skill.

The leader of the black cavalrymen stopped.

He had never seen such an opponent.

The turtle was no larger than a flea to him, but he could swallow the god's power of his flames. How could it be? What else could that thing do?

However, the black cavalryman was not afraid. Since he could not attack with his god's power, he decided to use his physical strength. He kicked his Archean flaming horse into a frenzy and charged forward with his long spear.

The black cavalryman had barely crossed half the distance when a colossal foot descended from the sky.

The collision's impact threw the black cavalryman from his horse and crushed him into the ground.

Everyone watched with their mouths agape. When they glanced at the foot, they realized that a new leg had grown in place of the broken one. What was more, it stretched for several kilometers and grew bigger and bigger. The huge foot was actually the turtle's!

"Humph, the skill, Disabled Turtle Foot, is really powerful," Beatty snorted. Although this skill was a little ugly and she could hardly bear t

meet Darren's expectations.

How could it be? He was so humiliated that he wished the earth would open and swallow him whole!

"Wait! Why aren't the black cavalrymen moving? Are they out of their minds?" Sally asked as she peeked through her fingers.

"They're smoking!"

Everyone glanced at the black cavalrymen, many of who were emitting pungent smoke as they had begun to decay.

Crack! Crack! Crack

The old turtles' shells flew toward the group of young talents and formed a massive turtle shell shield around them.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

All of a sudden, the black cavalrymen roared. With spears held high, they charged with their flaming horses. However, this time, their targets were not the humans or their beasts. They were attacking each other!

What was happening?

Everyone was stunned again. The black cavalrymen were killing each other!

Darren appeared pensive as he recalled the skills he had comprehended.

"Saliva is extremely corrosive! The falling shells can form a defense! Their farts can paralyze the black cavalrymen temporarily. But what are the curses for? Did the curses cause the black cavalrymen to hallucinate? Could that explain why they began to attack each other?"

Darren turned to face the old turtle.

"Your skills are too obscene, but they work!" Finally, the urge to slap the old turtle to death subsided. At this point, Darren even found it in his heart to grin. The absurdity of the skills was just too much for him to resist.

Only then did the old turtle cast a contemptuous glance at Darren. It was almost as if he were mocking Darren for underestimating him.

In less than an hour, the black cavalrymen were destroyed, except for their leader.

Hatred gleamed in his eyes as he glared at Darren, who sat astride the old turtle. Suddenly, he raised his head and roared, and the huge stone gate in the valley began to collapse.