But just that moment of hesitation cost the demon tortoise its life.
A few zhang away, space fluctuated, and Han Li appeared in a flash of purple flame, without a word, he swept his robes towards the demon tortoise.
Instantly, thirty-six small swords shot out from his sleeves, which in a blink of an eye, transformed into hundreds of golden sword lights, breaking through the air with a loud noise, forming a dense net of swords that headed straight for the demon tortoise.
"Is it you?"
The demon tortoise twisted its head and finally saw Han Li's true face; it screamed in horror as if seeing a ghost, recognizing Han Li in an instant. But upon seeing so many sword lights slashing towards it, its face turned pale and bloodless in a flash.
It had seen from afar how Han Li, with just a streak of golden sword light, had easily killed another grade eight demon beast of the same rank, with none of the heavily relied on treasures able to block it even slightly.
