The Giant Turtle's blood was about to run dry, its voice becoming increasingly ethereal, as if it was about to completely dissipate.

Unlike the peacock, who had a drop of True Blood refined by someone and possessed a soul consciousness, this Dragon Turtle had nothing. It was just the divine charm and breath left in this world, forcibly collected by the toad, without even a memory.

Naturally, it couldn't leave anything behind.

"Why were you able to capture my divine power?" Su He asked urgently. He was bothered by this and wouldn't be satisfied until he figured it out.