C643 A Turtle in a Jar!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Bai Yeh inhaled deeply. The acrid scent of blood assaulted his nostrils, jolting his cerebral cortex.

The Battle Profound Meaning faded away.

The spirit of Zhantian gradually subsided.

He sheathed the blood-drenched Boundless Sword, stepping over a carpet of bones as he descended.

Nearby stood two figures: one erect as a signpost