For miles around, birds and beasts fled in all directions.
The large fish head and body were separated, and fresh blood flowed into the lake, causing Liang Qu to feel a painful pang in his heart.
So much blood was now just sustenance for the Heavenly Water Centipede—was it not to take off right from where it was?
Yang Dongxiong stood among the scattered rocks, pulling out a silk cloth to wipe his blade before sheathing it once more after applying some oil.
"Alright, everyone can come down now!"
Liang Qu couldn't wait to dive into the lake, climbing onto a stone platform to examine the massive carcass of the Sturgeon King.
Even in death, the body radiated an overwhelming pressure, making it difficult for ordinary people to approach.
It was sixty meters long and weighed at least a thousand tons—definitely too much to consume entirely.
They would need to store it in an icehouse.
The best plan would be to sell most of it, keeping a small portion to consume before it rotted away.