The fierce wind howled beside Yang Ge's ears.
Looking down from a height of twenty or thirty zhang up in the air, the white-haired elder below appeared as insignificant as an ant.
But in Yang Ge's eyes, that same white-haired elder was as towering and majestic as a high mountain, emanating a sense of grandeur that felt impossibly out of reach and left him with a feeling of helplessness as if a bird unable to cross over!
The reality was indeed so; he had just chased after that old turtle, hacking away with over a hundred full-powered slashes, yet he hadn't been able to harm even a single hair.
However, it was precisely this sense of powerlessness, the realization that he had squeezed out all his strength to no avail and had backed himself into a corner, that kicked Yang Ge into a complete dead end!
At this moment, his mind was a whirlpool of thousands of thoughts—life and death, success and failure, honor and disgrace, pros and cons...