As the explosion of dense, acrid acid smoke dispersed, only half a circle of charred, blackened wreckage of the once heaven-stewing Mysterious Turtle King pot remained scattered in the mud. The Mysterious Turtle King flipped over with its belly exposed and its four claws pointing up to the sky, looking exactly like a land turtle baked dizzy by the sun. Bits of shell armor flakes on its belly dropped off with a pattering sound, revealing the bright red, greasy, and steaming tender belly underneath, which twitched pitifully with each breath. (Turned-over bastard tortoise, just wait until the soup cools!)
The two unfortunate fellows nearby were in an even more shattered state.
The Mountain-Moving Rock Ape? The paste of vinegar and mud caked all over its face had already dried and hardened, forming a pitch-black layer wrapped around its massive stone-like face. It looked like a stone pier that had just crawled out of a coal kiln, and even the smoke puffed from its nostrils was drastically weakened.
Chapter 552