Chapter 390 The Ancient Dragonfish, King of the Land of 1,000 Streams (1/2)
”Don't worry too much about your size, little one. I once had a familiar who was only this big,” said Gao Peng, holding his hands at least seven inches away from each other. ”Guess how big it is now?”
The White Steel Bladed Beast threw a filthy look at Gao Peng.
”It's now as big as a mountain!” said Gao Peng, stretching his arms out dramatically.
”Hehe.” The White Steel Bladed Beast chuckled derisively. Do you take me for a fool, human?
They turned in for the night. The next day, Gao Peng and company continued their journey out of the mountains with the White Steel Bladed Beast as their captive.
In order to prevent it from escaping, Gao Peng had, as a gesture of kindness on his part, let Goldie break its hind legs. Thanks to its accelerated regenerative power, its legs would probably be healed by the time they reached the Desolate Labyrinth.
At the break of dawn, Gao Peng began navigating the Black Phoenix Mountain Range alongside his familiars. After rounding two mountains, they heard a muffled rumbling from the depths of the mountains. Then a flash of lightning filled the sky, followed by an ear-splitting crack.
Birds flew up in fear around them, their squawks lingering in the air for a long time. In the next second, Gao Peng could see a dark red light in the distance.
A sea of fire had consumed a part of the mountains, razing everything in the area to the ground. Fire and lightning danced about unrestrained in the air at that moment.
”Nothing to see here. It's just the ruler of the Black Phoenix Mountain Range,” said the Desolate Frost Lion with a yawn.
”What... what made that sound just now?”
”Probably another monster looking to usurp the mountain range's current ruler. There can only be one ruler reigning over the entire mountain range. If anyone's unsatisfied with the way things are right now, they're well within their rights to challenge the current ruler's authority. If they succeed, they would automatically become the new ruler of the Black Phoenix Mountain Range.
”Then again... It's been a while since the mountain range saw a new ruler. That old crow has been on the top of the hierarchy for as long as I can remember,” mumbled the Desolate Frost Lion.
Gao Peng eyed the dark red glow in the distance. The reverberations set off during the clash between the mountain range's ruler and its challenger were powerful enough to drastically change the weather in the mountains. Blinding light flashed out at intervals as dark red flames and violet electricity clashed with each other.
The Black Phoenix Mountain Range was unusually quiet today. The monsters in the mountains all seemed to have decided that today was a good day to take the day off as the two godlike entities fought with each other.
Gao Peng and the others safely left the Black Phoenix Mountain Range under the cover of the ongoing chaos. With the mountain range behind them, they now entered a wetland called the Land of 1,000 Streams, which stretched out as far as the eye could see.
In truth, there were more than 1,000 streams crisscrossing the wetland. An intricate network of waterways was spread out across the landscape. Countless tiny ”islands” dotted the wetland. Some of them were only a few square feet wide, while the bigger ones were a few acres wide.
The waterways were also of varying depths. The deepest ones that Gao Peng was forced to wade through were at least 100 feet deep, while the shallower ones barely covered his ankles.
This was indeed a strange place. Various amphibious creatures called this hodgepodge of water and land home.
”The scenery's not bad. With the desolate grassland and trickle of the streams as its backdrop, it could make for an excellent fishing spot,” said Gao Peng as he took in the scenery around him.
”Gao Peng, I think I can pierce the heavens in my current form,” said Goldie seriously.
Goldie was now standing more than 100 feet tall beside Gao Peng. Everything looked so small and insignificant from its point of view. The appearance of a duck-shaped behemoth had spooked all the monsters in the vicinity. None of them dared to approach it.
The White Steel Bladed Beast was still imprisoned in the giant Goldie's right fist. It swung and stabbed its blade-like appendages out at the duck's fingers. However, its attacks simply bounced off Goldie's pillar-shaped fingers ineffectively.
The sight of the White Steel Bladed Beast struggling to cut through Goldie's defenses was not unlike watching someone trying to cut through leather with a wooden sword.