More than a decade later.
Cloud Piercing Peak.
At the summit.
Thunderous booms echoed through the air as the ground cracked open and rocks shattered.
Jin Ang's figure moved swiftly, leaving trails of afterimages in the sky as his fists and feet hammered on a turtle shell.
The Turtle Prime Minister manifested his true form, dragging a shell four or five zhang in diameter, his movement not at all impeded. He withstood Jin Ang's punches and kicks, and while Jin Ang was powerless in mid-air, the Turtle Prime Minister opened his mouth and spewed out several ice lances.
"Ha!"
Jin Ang exhaled deeply, his body enveloped by a faint red blood energy, withstanding the piercing ice lances and using the resulting force to land on the ground.
The Turtle Prime Minister's eyes showed smugness as his claws wielded mana, softening the bluestone into a mire.
Jin Ang tried to leap out, but the mire shifted back into bluestone, trapping his feet within the stone.