Crack, crack...
The Cloud Sea churned, drenched in blood, while tooth-aching chewing echoed everywhere.
Chunks of flesh clung to the towering jade gate, blood staining its beast-head reliefs and turning it into a dark crimson gate of flesh and blood.
Again and again, he struck the ground; again and again, he was injured. Liang Qu spat blood.
The White Ape had violently smashed and flung every bone and scrap of flesh in his body apart. His flesh scattered after being pulped, like deboned meat stewed until it fell apart with the slightest shake, leaving behind only a stark skeleton. Any ordinary person reduced to this state would have long since been unable to move.
But Liang Qu had stripped his bones and cut away his flesh. He had already died once.
Went to the underworld? He would still be Elder Fish, Sect Master of the River God Sect!
The underworld, the living world—what difference was there?
Anyone who died and wanted a good rebirth would still have to come find him to smooth things over!
Clinging desperately to the White Ape, tearing, swallowing, feeding, Liang Qu was like a starving leopard on a barren plain. His pupils had shrunk into golden-red points, knotted muscles bulged, and every movement and emotion became the most primal instinct to survive.
His body fought the Flood Dragon while his spirit fought the White Ape for survival.
Both had reached the brink of their limits, their oil spent and lamps running dry.
Only flesh and blood could rebuild them.
Bite after bite, strike after strike, time after time...
His skull collided, bit, and tore mechanically. Chunks of White Ape flesh torn free fell through the hollow of his jaw, brushed past his spine, struck his ribs, then dropped unobstructed onto his hip bones. The flesh