Netherworld Gate (Part 3)

Wang Mang's two horns flew out and fused into a crescent-shaped bone.

After circling in the air for a while, it shot out at lightning speed.

Puchi!

There was a huge hole in the Turtle Emperor's hard shell.

The Turtle Emperor, who was about to self-destruct, lowered its head and looked at the big hole. An expression of loneliness flashed across its eyes.

At the same time, the demonic energy that had gathered around its body began to flow away along with its vitality. It seemed that all three of them had perished in the same way.

Wang Mang had not been afraid of the Turtle Emperor self-destructing. Unlike Immortal Nanhua, it was weaker than him, and he could easily stop it.

Seeing that the Turtle Emperor was about to die, Wang Mang asked in confusion, "Why? You should know that even Immortal Nanhua has died by my hands."

The Turtle Emperor raised his head with difficulty and looked at Wang Mang with a complicated expression.