Burble! Burble!
The spirit beast's tendon was stretched all of a sudden. At that glimpse of time, the brilliance of some terrifying energy seemed to be about to surface.
Bu Fang's eyes brightened. He took a deep breath and stepped back, treading on the small boat, which had almost flipped under his power.
The Golden Armored Guards around didn't take action. They stood afar from him, squinting to see what spirit monster Bu Fang's fishing rod had hooked.
From the movements they saw, this spirit beast wasn't small at all. Looking at the struggling, they understood that the spirit beast was absolutely uncommon.
The wooden fishing rod was bent under the horrible force. It looked as if it could crack in any minute.
Bu Fang's eyes focused. The force from his arm burst out as he gripped the wooden fishing rod with both hands, wielding it up into the sky.
However, it didn't move. The calm lake began to change at this moment.
