The disaster-grade lifeform seemed to be a golden tortoise, one carrying a mountain on its back. It was massive, and they could see it lumbering toward them from a distance.

Zhang Lie's eyes lit up. If such a lifeform were to produce a soulshard, it would clearly be a high-grade defensive one.

Just then, however, the king of the realm told Zhang Lie, "I'll take care of the fifth-level beast—I leave my son's fate in your hands."

"On what grounds?" Zhang Lie was rather unhappy at having this prize be taken away from him.

"I'll thank you lavishly afterwards."

Before Zhang Lie could accept or reject this offer, the king of the realm flew off toward the disaster-grade lifeform.

"Wait! Let me touch it first!" Zhang Lie shot a blade...