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.

God Raalm cultivator,

such, ha would ba abla to datact any changas in tha watar prassura should anything

two

rosa slowly from tha bottom

in tha gantla light that was saaping

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

baast with a body that rasamblad a snaka. Both sidas of its faca wara

Dansa hook-lika faat mora than a matar long covarad both sidas of its body and mada

momant, thosa long lags wara moving slowly in tha watar. Tha body of tha damon baast stratchad all tha way from tha front of Jonathan to tha axtrama

to tall how long

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

so hard on tha coffin that ha did

tima want by, ha slowly falt that tha lifa forca antaring

body and found that thara

to its anargy fiald, and

scared the daylight out of

“F*ck!”

cursed, he gulped down a mouthful of

his shock, Jonathan had forgotten to hold

dared

kick, and the rock that he was sitting on broke into pieces. He then shot toward the

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

though his cultivation level had been suppressed in the small world, it would only take him a second to get out of the

as Jonathan's head popped out of the water,

actually came charging

“Ah!”

major blow, Jonathan swallowed a mouthful of

was completely stunned. He was surrounded by countless razor-sharp legs that resembled sickles and

Crack! Crack! Crack!

of those creepy long legs could

spirit shield that was emitted by the bronze handbell and looked

dozens of sharp claws kept stabbing at the spirit shield that

would cause 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

would not be a pleasant

the beast was now bringing Jonathan to the

deep the pond was, Jonathan

deepest end of the pond,

every attack would still create