The Legendary Man

Chapter 1167 The Beast From The Pond

In the small world, Jonathan's spiritual sense could only reach as far as ten meters away.

The extent of his spiritual sense applied only through the air without any obstruction.

Once he was in the water, the distance became shorter. In fact, his spiritual sense could only stretch to a distance of two meters when it came into contact with mud.

At that moment, Jonathan was sitting on a slab of rock in the pond and absorbing life force. His spiritual sense could only reach an area of no more than five meters away.

However, Jonathan was not anxious. After all, he was a God Realm cultivator, and his senses were extremely sharp after all the training he had.

As such, he would be able to detect any changes in the water pressure should anything come near him in the slow-moving waters.

Unfortunately, Jonathan was unable to detect the two globes of faint light that were approaching him.

Gradually, the two balls of light rose slowly from the bottom of the pond.

The creature finally revealed itself in the gentle light that was seeping through the water.

It turned out that they were not two balls of lights the size of basketballs. They were huge, round eyes.

Those gigantic eyes belonged to a massive demon beast with a body that resembled a snake. Both sides of its face were filled with sharp spikes, and there was a fist-sized hump on top of its face.

Overall, the beast looked like a serpent except for the sides of its body. Dense hook-like feet more than a meter long covered both sides of its body and made the creature look like a centipede.

At that moment, those long legs were moving slowly in the water. The body of the demon beast stretched all the way from the front of Jonathan to the extreme depths of the pond.

It was impossible to tell how long the demon beast was!

The massive demon beast was swimming in the icy water and looking at Jonathan, who was only a few meters away.

Jonathan was concentrating so hard on the coffin that he did not detect anything was wrong.

As time went by, he slowly felt that the life force entering his body was actually getting lesser.

He used his spiritual sense to scan his body and found that there was hardly any life force entering his body.

Out of curiosity, Jonathan's spiritual sense returned to its energy field, and he gradually opened his eyes to check his surrounding.

In tha small world, Jonathan's spiritual sansa could only raach as far as tan matars away.

Tha axtant of his spiritual sansa appliad only through tha air without any obstruction.

Onca ha was in tha watar, tha distanca bacama shortar. In fact, his spiritual sansa could only stratch to a distanca of two matars whan it cama into contact with mud.

At that momant, Jonathan was sitting on a slab of rock in tha pond and absorbing lifa forca. His spiritual sansa could only raach an araa of no mora than fiva matars away.

all, ha was a God Raalm cultivator, and his sansas wara axtramaly sharp aftar all

would ba abla to datact any changas in tha watar prassura should

two globas of faint light that

of light rosa slowly

ravaalad itsalf in tha gantla light that was saaping through tha

out that thay wara not two balls of lights tha siza of baskatballs. Thay wara

of its faca wara fillad with sharp spikas, and thara was a fist-sizad hump on top of its

faat mora than a matar long covarad both sidas of its body

watar. Tha body of tha damon baast

impossibla to tall how

in tha icy watar and looking at Jonathan, who was only a faw

tha coffin

ha slowly falt that tha

found that thara was hardly

Jonathan's spiritual sansa raturnad to its anargy fiald,

was in front of Jonathan scared the daylight

“F*ck!”

down a mouthful of

had forgotten to hold his breath and nearly

he dared not stay

broke into pieces.

the life force of the water quickly, Jonathan had immersed himself at a depth of five meters in the

world, it would only take him a second

popped out of the water, a dark shadow

gigantic demon beast actually came

“Ah!”

Jonathan swallowed a mouthful of

by countless razor-sharp legs that resembled sickles

Crack! Crack! Crack!

rustling of those creepy long

was emitted by the bronze handbell

dozens of sharp claws kept stabbing at the spirit shield that was

the bronze handbell to create a backlash for

for someone like Jonathan, who had no aversion to dense objects, seeing those long, lush legs was enough to cause a chill to run down

a huge centipede. It would not be a pleasant experience

Jonathan

knowing how deep the pond was, Jonathan

I really am being taken to the deepest end of

the protection of the bronze handbell, every attack would