Chapter 239: Elder, Restrain Your Divine Powers!

The Rising Dragon Fist shattered that huge qi fist, naturally also twisting the man's right arm; when that punch slammed into one side of his chest, the force of course penetrated his body. "Truly, inner and outer are perfectly unified!" Bai Lang said, but the next moment the man "whoosh" bounced back, just like being hit by Bai Lang in a ping-pong game and sent flying back. However, he left a book on the ground......

Bai Lang himself, due to the recoil force, had his clothes torn to rags, but he still picked up the book. "This definitely isn't mine I dropped; it must have been left by that man—this guy only has a pair of pants on, where could he hide this book?" After picking up the book, Bai Lang continued running, meanwhile flipping through it. "Immovable Golden Body Technique? What is this? A body-tempering cultivation manual? Is this what that guy practiced?"

Bai Lang was currently running, didn't have time to examine it closely, and simply shoved it into the pocket of his vest, then pressed it to make sure the pocket wasn't torn.

Bai Lang headed in another direction, and after running over ten li along the road, behind him only those invisible oddities still followed him. Fortunately, these monsters only attack at close range, and Bai Lang also didn't think they could drag him into a strange scene here, so they posed little threat to him. With the final step, Bai Lang found himself already at the stormy seaside.

The monsters behind had vanished, but the sea ahead also didn't look like a friendly place. Leaden-gray skies were filled with dark clouds everywhere, and gusts of wind grew stronger and stronger, the wind carrying a fishy smell; on the sea surface were rows of waves rolling up white foam. The wind drove the waves, the sound of the surf seeming endless. "Looks like a great wind and great waves." Bai Lang muttered, his position being a hilltop by the sea, with rocky cliffs below leading straight to the ocean.

To the left, the view down the mountain showed a continuous beach; to the right, a rocky, interwoven mudflat. "A lone peak rising abruptly." Bai Lang didn't need to look behind; the peak beneath his feet was the only height visible. This place seemed devoid of human habitation, Bai Lang likely being the sole "lifeform" on this coastline. The mountain was barren, with no vegetation in sight, and the beach and mudflat below were likewise bare; barnacles clung to the rocks, and Bai Lang also saw oysters in a deeper spot.

This was the earliest biological community he had discovered, and there were also some animals on the beach, which Bai Lang found after descending the mountain onto the sand. They were crabs, tiny red crabs about the size of coins; when Bai Lang stepped onto the beach, they surged forth like a flood. These crabs had no fear of humans; one could say their pitiful nerves lacked the concept of fear, as they crawled toward Bai Lang, and he casually picked one up.

"Those bumpy patterns on its back—how do they look like a ghost face?" Bai Lang had just seen clearly, "Damn! This isn't a man-eating crab, is it?" Those crabs, like the flesh-eating ants in movies, crawled onto Bai Lang's body. Meanwhile, the sand on the beach collapsed directly into a pit, from which more crabs surged out. The distortion of heaven and earth here was far less than in the city, so Bai Lang calmly activated the vigorous energy within him.

The vigorous energy instantly crushed the crabs crawling onto him, releasing a foul stench. Bai Lang frowned and directly employed Lightness Skill, creating footholds in the crab mire before returning to the summit. The crabs below weren't climbing that fast, and they seemed unsuited to scaling such a steep rocky mountain, now piling up into a ever-growing crab mound.

The small crab in his hand was still waving its claws; Bai Lang looked at this coin-sized crab, tiny though it was, its two pincers were extremely sharp, and the gripping force was utterly disproportionate to its size—strong enough to snip a matchstick. "Many a little makes a mickle? The problem is this isn't a game where damage accumulates; if it can't break defense, even ten thousand attempts are useless." Bai Lang felt a bit puzzled, "Is this meant for ordinary people?"

He casually tossed the crab into the sea, but his gaze turned to the mudflat, "Could there also be hordes of 'monsters' in here?" Since curiosity had arisen, not giving it a try would leave him itching. So Bai Lang darted down, stepping onto the mudflat, and immediately noticed the mud beginning to undulate, just like the waves on the sea surface, as hand-length slender fish shot straight out of the mud.

These fish could jump, and their jumping ability was quite strong. Bai Lang pinched a slippery fish with two fingers; its split-open mouth didn't match its body at all—"What a proportion, such a huge mouth. Look inside, it's full of sharp teeth, like a keen cutting blade." And though the fish was slippery, its pectoral fins and abdomen had structures resembling suckers. Bai Lang likewise drew back, and the mudflat seemed to have come alive; glancing out, there appeared to be tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of fish surging.

Bai Lang likewise returned to the mountain; compared to the crabs, the fish simply couldn't climb up at all. "One side crabs, the other side fish—there must be something dangerous up on this mountain, right?" Sure enough, it was a jinx; as soon as Bai Lang spoke, he saw countless bird heads suddenly protrude from the cliff beneath his feet. It turned out this cliff face had extremely dense holes, and the birds now poking their heads out were the ones living inside.

The birds burst out of the holes with a clamor, swooping over the sea in an arc and diving down toward Bai Lang on the peak. Bai Lang gave a sharp shout, raised his hand, and instantly a tornado rose from the sea surface, engulfing those birds and shredding them. These birds were not benign; Bai Lang had never seen a bird with serrated teeth in its beak—such a bird might have existed tens of millions of years ago. These birds were about the size of a petrel, a bit smaller than a seagull.

But the numbers were truly huge; even if the tornado killed thousands of them, there was still an endless stream of birds emerging from the holes in the cliff. Bai Lang crossed his arms, snorted, and gathered strength beneath his feet. "Wait, why not use a simpler method!" He pressed both arms downward, and a violent wind blew straight against the cliff, as if a plug of air sealed the entire cliff face. Those birds couldn't emerge; even if they did, they'd be shredded and pile up at the cave mouths.

"There are man-eating creatures in all three places... I guess the sea isn't any better either." As if fulfilling a prophecy, the moment Bai Lang said that, the already turbulent sea suddenly gave rise to massive whirlpools, accompanied by a terrifying rumbling sound. These whirlpools looked nearly black; from Bai Lang's height, their width appeared to be about fifty to sixty meters, and their depth was likely similar, and these whirlpools were not just one.

In fact, five or six such whirlpools appeared on the sea surface, big and small. And between the whirlpools, countless black currents emerged; Bai Lang could see that something was moving beneath the water......