The silver-white vortex spun so rapidly, it was like a myriad of sharp wind blades, occasionally sucking in clumps of blood-colored tendrils, which were rapidly shredded to bits, splattering out as heaps of minced flesh.
However, what Xue Pan hadn't expected was that although the vortex formed by the cone in his hand could counter the tendrils springing from the flesh wall, its speed was only just enough to keep pace with the ceaselessly growing tendrils. As for breaking out, it clearly seemed to be an arduous task.
As time went on and the blood eroded it, the originally sharp silver-white vortex gradually began to shrink compared to before.
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"This damn thing is really hard to deal with. Looks like I have to use the 'Full Moon Talisman' Master blessed me with," the youth in the silver chariot muttered, shaking his head as he looked at the silver turtle Puppet in front of him, stained with a good amount of fresh blood.