Chapter 156 - 141 Demon Flood Dragon, Ice Breath (Third Update)
In Desolate Beast Valley, there were rumors of a terrifying Water Demon lurking in the cold pond. Many unknowing trialists had ventured into the cold pond in search of treasures, but they were all eliminated by the Water Demon.
Even more so, some didn’t even have the chance to crush their Spirit Talisman for self-protection before they were killed, instilling a deep fear of the cold pond’s Water Demon among countless trialists.
But at this moment, the Water Demon was finally disturbed. Dozens of True Essence Powers bombarded the cold pond, provoking the deeply hidden Water Demon to emerge. The water surface exploded, and the cold mist spread across the sky, everything was hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.
However, everyone could see, amidst the hazy cold mist, a vaguely enormous figure intermittently appeared, massive in a way that hadn’t been seen before; it seemed even larger than the Scale Armor Golden Lion Ye Chen had caught to serve as his mount, and between the obscurities, there was an even more terrifying Demon Power wafting.
Ao howl—
A majestic howl emanated from the cold mist, the sound waves rippling through, dispersing all the cold mist. Demon Beasts in the area trembled, even the Golden Lion growled lowly, showing a trace of fear as if ordinary people encountered a high and lofty Emperor, only able to submit.
Ye Chen’s expression slightly stiffened, this Water Demon in the cold pond was far more formidable than imagined.
As the cold mist completely cleared, everyone’s eyes fixed unblinkingly there, and at this moment, everyone’s eyes widened immensely.
Its body, like that of a snake, was thick as a tree trunk that four or five people could embrace together, nearly a hundred meters long, covered with huge black scale plates sparkling darkly, a horn on its head, and claws under its belly.
With the cold fog no longer hiding it, the terrifying Demon Power swept over everyone, immensely terrifying, making many trialists feel a pressure as if a great mountain was pressing on their shoulders, even slowing down the flow of True Essence Power inside their bodies by many folds.
Is this... the Water Demon of the cold pond?