Egret River.
The river surged on.
Dozens of zhang beneath the surface, all was darkness.
A gigantic, snow-white salamander with four legs and a body several zhang long lay sprawled atop a battered black corpse, feasting ravenously.
"Om nom nom~"
The White Salamander lifted its head and swallowed a chunk of black flesh whole, a distinctly human look of satisfaction on its face.
Black Lord and I had grown up together, after all.
What a chewy piece of meat.
General of Danyang had certainly been a tough opponent. He'd staked his life and managed to cut off Black Lord's head.
But so what?
That old bastard was poisoned now, his blood and qi rotting away. He was probably hiding in the city, clinging to life, and might not even keep his skin.
As for Black Lord...
The White Salamander glanced at the ruined corpse beneath it, a trace of scorn flickering in its eyes.
They'd called each other brothers in better times, but when it came down to it, wasn't he there to take a blade for me?
Good riddance.
If he hadn't died, how would I get such a feast?
"Burp—"
It let out a satisfied belch, a wisp of pure demonic qi hissing from its nostrils and churning the surrounding river water.
Feeling the demonic power within it constantly rising, the White Salamander's eyes blazed with green light.
Besides Black Lord's corpse, there were also the provisions of a great prefecture under Danyang's rule.
Danyang governed six counties, with millions of tender-skinned Two-Legged Sheep—enough to keep it gorging for an entire year!
And if fortune smiled...
Perhaps this flood of flesh and blood would let it break through its bottleneck in one fell swoop.
The Lotus-Planting Realm...
What kind of carefree, boundless freedom would that be?
Its heart