The gigantic carcass of the Rock Shark lay still in the center of the forest, towering almost like a small mountain, its signature horn already cut off, with blood gushing out of the wound like a stream, converging into a red lake, and emitting bursts of foul odor. Blood-sucking flies buzzed around annoyingly, these omnipresent insects with their shiny green bodies and swollen bellies, some as large as scarabs.
Reed swept his tail, driving away these pesky bugs. Fang Hong stood by his side, curiously watching the merchant's guardians painstakingly clean the horn from the bloody fat, while those around occasionally let out a low murmur of astonishment—
"How long?" someone kept asking.
"At least over two meters."
