Good heavens!
So that was it.
Wang Wu looked into the distance and saw, on the river surface dozens of kilometers away, a two-meter-tall, round and chubby red-faced man. Though humanoid, he looked very much like a huge carp. His beard, hair, even the clothes on his body all resembled one; the resemblance was uncanny.
Yet Yu Ermu was a proper, bona fide fourth-grade fish demon. More importantly, he had at least five magical treasures on him: a Storage Pouch tied at his waist, a fish fork in hand, a peculiar straw hat on his back, a lotus leaf beneath his feet, and a blade of grass clenched in his mouth. All he lacked was some drifting-snow background music.
But apart from Yu Ermu, not a single river patrol demon soldier could be seen nearby. Was he a commander without an army?
Yu Ermu took out a Spiritual Essence Gourd and flung it into the air. From upstream to downstream, the river glittered with golden light for hundreds of kilometers. Judging by the spiritual energy, there were at least five hundred thousand points.
There were no shortage of fish in the river, though—probably over a million. They swarmed forward in a frenzy, fighting joyously over the Spiritual Essence.
Among them were even larger fish, viciously bursting out from the depths of the riverbed. One bite, one fish. They did not merely seize Spiritual Essence; they ate fish as well.
In an instant, the river surface turned blood-red, but Yu Ermu paid it no mind, as if he had seen it countless times before. After scattering the Spiritual Essence and putting away the Spiritual Essence Gourd, he stepped on his lotus leaf and headed downstream.
The vicious large fish immediately stopped slaughtering and hurried after him.
They had the self-awareness of