Within a radius of several miles, all birds and beasts scattered.
The huge fish head and body separated, blood pouring into the lake, which made Liang Qu's heart ache. So much blood was drunk by the Heavenly Water Centipede—how could it not skyrocket right there and then?
Standing amidst the chaotic rocks, Yang Dongxiong pulled out a piece of silk cloth to wipe his blade, applied oil to it, and then sheathed it.
"Alright, everyone come down!"
Unable to wait, Liang Qu jumped into the lake, climbed onto the stone platform, and began to closely examine the massive corpse of the Sturgeon King.
Even in death, its body still emitted a strong aura that made it difficult for ordinary people to approach.
At least sixty meters long and weighing a thousand tons, it couldn't possibly be eaten completely—they would need to store it in a cold cellar.
The best option would be to sell most of it and keep a small portion to eat before it spoiled.
