The Battle-level demon turtle possessed flame superpowers. If it really willingly burned coal to generate electricity, its output wouldn't be less than Jiang Congshu's.
It watched Ji Tianqi, who appeared completely defenseless, out of the corner of its eye while lying prostrate in the cage in a submissive posture, yet it had already started to gather strength.
But just when it was ready to kill Ji Tianqi with its high-temperature flames, it suddenly felt an ice-cold sensation.
It was Ji Tianqi looking at it.
In the instant their eyes met, the Battle-level demon turtle became motionless, as if it had been frozen in ice.
It could clearly see that Ji Tianqi's gaze was very calm, with not a hint of emotion discernible. Yet it was this very ordinary look that made it feel the greatest crisis of its life, a feeling it never had even when it was captured by the masters of the Security Administration Bureau.
