Chapter 1369 The Turtles Skills (2/2)

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.