The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1356 The Divine Turtle Returns
Donatello sternly rejected Michelangelo's request, but his eyes never left Zul'an's steel body.

Honestly, very few tech enthusiasts could resist such a cool robot, and with Donatello's sharp eyes, he immediately noticed the extraordinary nature of the metal used in Zul'en'a's body.

“Guys, watch out. The metal that makes up this thing is clearly not something you can find in our universe.”

Donatello had barely finished his warning when Raphael, wielding his double forks, couldn't contain himself any longer.

"What difference could there be? The only difference is that if I smash it to pieces, I won't be able to tell the difference."

“Those aren’t ordinary metals,” Cassandra stopped Raphael from his impending impulse. “They’re N metal, a special metal unique to our universe, possessing extremely high hardness and considerable resistance to magic.”

"Of all the metals known to humankind, none can compare to N metal. I advise you not to fight it with those scraps of metal."

"In the end, they used their real skills right from the start."

The turtles looked at each other in confusion, then Michelangelo exclaimed, "My God, Cassandra, you can talk?"

“Let’s talk about this later,” Cassandra said, stopping the unimportant topic. “Watch out, an attack is coming.”

Before Cassandra could finish speaking, Zul'Aar, unable to bear the four turtles' nagging any longer, opened his chest armor, revealing a missile bay filled with missiles.

"Boom boom boom!"

The next second, more than a dozen missiles were launched in succession, targeting Cassandra and her group. Such a large-scale bombardment was not easy to dodge.

"Back off!" Ban 23 shouted, then unleashed a sharp, freezing ray of light, which quickly condensed into a fairly thick wall of ice.

The missiles struck the ice wall and exploded one after another. The ice wall turned into snowflakes and ice crystals almost as soon as it rose, and was then immediately melted by the flames rising after the explosion.

“It seems that frozen reptiles are not suitable for this tin can.” Ban 23 took a picture of the Omnitrix.

"As expected, we still need to use electricity to kill snowmen."

After transforming into a lightning snow monster, Ban 23 began rubbing his hands together like a fly, and soon blue electricity began to flow through his body.

“Hey Ben,” Michelangelo said softly. “I don’t think using electricity to deal with him is a good idea. Remember that sci-fi movie we watched a few days ago? Those robots always seemed to get more energetic when they were electrocuted.”

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Ban 23 lightly flicked his finger. "The Electric Snowman has more than one way to attack."

As he spoke, Ban 23 raised his hands, and the electric current flowing through his body began to become more and more violent. Then, Zul'en'a actually felt a pulling force.

"Magnetic force?" Donatello immediately understood. "To be able to develop such an ability, Ben, you really are a genius."

"Yang Le taught me all of this." Xiao Ban smiled smugly, but this time he wasn't as arrogant as before.

"It seems you've learned quite a few useful things from Mr. Splinter."

Cassandra smiled, still pleased to see Class 23 improve, but the latter wore a bitter expression at that moment.

"I meditate for 6 hours a day, and honestly, I don't want to do it again."

While pouring out his grievances, Ban23 used magnetic force to control Zul'en'a's body, and surprisingly, he actually made the latter unable to move in place.

"Guys, now's the perfect opportunity to beat up this robot that's fallen into the water!"

Michelangelo was the first to rush out, wielding his nunchucks. It was only during these opportunistic moments that you would see him at the forefront.

"Do you think I wouldn't consider the issue of magnetism after creating a metal body?" Zul scoffed. The bat drone that had been chasing Roy had somehow flown back and reattached itself to his back.

The bat-shaped drone, which was attached to the back, did not retract its wings; instead, it remained in an open position, clearly preparing to do something.

Seeing this, Michelangelo became even more anxious. He leaped into the air, trying to close the distance quickly while he still had control and strike Zul'an with his staff.

"when!"

The nunchucks struck Zul'en'a precisely on the head, the wooden nunchucks shattering into countless wood chips that rained down from the sky.

Clearly, Michelangelo, eager to strike while the enemy was down, had forgotten what Cassandra had said at the beginning: ordinary weapons could not harm Zul'a.

"Buzz!"

Michelangelo, having landed, stared at the nunchucks in his hand, now reduced to a single short stick. He stiffly raised his head and saw Zul'an's camera glowing crimson.

"Hi!" Michelangelo waved awkwardly. "I actually just saw a huge flying insect land on your head and wanted to shoo it away for you, do you believe me?"

It was obvious that Zul'A could not believe it, and he flicked out the spike again, wanting to let Michelangelo experience what it meant to be chilled to the bone.

"Ding!"

Just as the sharp cone was about to pierce down, a samurai sword blocked its path. Michelangelo was overjoyed at the sight.

"Leonardo! It's so good to meet you."

"Stop fooling around, Mickey." Leonardo gritted his teeth, deflected Zul'an's spikes, and took a step back to assume a defensive stance.

"Don't forget what Cassandra said: show us your true strength, or we might die here."

At this moment, the twin swords in Leonardo's hands were no longer ordinary samurai swords, but a pair of swords that emitted a faint blue light, as if they were wrapped in the wind.

Clearly, this is no ordinary weapon, Zul'A made this judgment based on its performance.

"The Sword of Souls?" Zul'A asked in astonishment. "I didn't expect Yang Le to entrust it to so many people."

“Master Yang never holds anything back.” Leonardo gripped his twin swords tightly. “He taught us these skills so that we could uphold justice and defeat people like you.”

"Why waste so much breath on him!"

Raphael had somehow circled around to Zul'en'a's side, his arms wreathed in crimson light, like two flames constantly burning.

"Punch him first!"

As Raphael spoke, he threw a punch at Zul'a, who dared not underestimate the power of the soul weapon and quickly erected an energy shield to defend himself.

"Clap!"

Unexpectedly, the protective shield didn't even last half a second before being shattered by Raphael's fist. Zul'an had no time to be shocked and quickly raised his hands to block in front of his system core.

Sure enough, a tremendous force poured down on him, forcing Zul'en'a to fly backward, crashing through the wall with a loud bang and disappearing without a trace.

(End of this chapter)