The howling echoed incessantly in the pitch-black valley, as mournful as the souls of ghosts and spirits.
The cold wind blew, making the flames flicker continuously.
The light, now bright, now dim, cast the confronting sides in a savage and bloody relief.
The creature clearly sensed its disadvantage and wanted to retreat back into the water, so it twisted its body frantically to move backward.
Bi Fang even saw that it had webbed limbs, and it was shaking them as it moved back!
What on earth was this thing!
An indescribable shock filled Bi Fang's mind; in just a split second, the creature violently surged, nearly dragging him into the water, but Bi Fang's nails dug into the creature's tongue, like iron hooks piercing into soft flesh.
A liquid of an indiscernible color flowed over his hands, and the monster's howling became exceptionally shrill as its mouth suddenly clamped shut!
Bi Fang stumbled back several steps, fell to the ground, and his hands were empty.