Turtle shell.
For some reason, Qiu Changtian thought of this phrase spontaneously.
From the performance of the two thus far, it was obvious that the strategy of the Asura Path monks was nothing more than to delay time, to avoid a swift defeat. Then they could use the excuse of depleted True Yuan to go back to their sect and fend off the elders.
This was indeed a matter of last resort. After all, the difference between a First Grade Golden Core and other Golden Cores was even greater than the gap between Di Du Fourth Middle School and a vocational high school.
If you can't win, you can't win, what else could be done but delay?
"Can your True Yuan sustain the maintenance of the Magical Treasure like this?" Qiu Changtian curiously asked.
Mantuo did not answer but concentrated on striking the wooden fish and fully activating his True Yuan to keep that sound barrier intact, his forehead already showing a trace of sweat.
