Chapter 242: Changes

It had grown a pair of large mandibles—a sand worm—well, Bai Lang just pretended it was a sand worm, although this thing's head actually looked like a bobbit worm, but who let the bobbit worm not be able to come ashore and actually we're all from the same family? Anyway, the sand worm's body was smashed to pieces by the pepe shrimp, and the flying debris all over the sky also covered Bai Lang's movements.

Bai Lang's figure moved, directly going around the pepe shrimp's front—such a huge, elongated-bodied creature is the least agile; the sand worm is fine, but the pepe shrimp definitely isn't. So Bai Lang easily jumped onto the pepe shrimp's shell—now this shrimp poses no threat to him.

Bai Lang stomped his foot, "This thing's shell thickness is outrageous. And this hardness plus the boost from qi and blood...... dealing with this will probably be tricky." The pepe shrimp's shell hardness is comparable to steel, but its toughness is probably even greater than steel's. Even though Bai Lang's external divine skill has now entered the innate stage, breaking through such a shell is still quite difficult.

This shell isn't lifeless; it has extremely vigorous qi and blood on it. To break the shell means also breaking the regenerative barrier and the "qi" shield created by that qi and blood. Bai Lang also gave a cold chuckle, then leapt, twisted in midair, and delivered a heavy kick.

Bai Lang's kick also carried the white tiger's roar; the tiger's phantom condensed and seemed to slam headfirst into the giant pepe shrimp's side, forcibly kicking the shrimp sideways over ten meters, leaving grooves gouged by the shrimp's claws on the ground. The pepe shrimp also let out a strange hiss; its side spines were shattered by Bai Lang's kick, some even breaking and then stabbing back into its own body.

Although the pepe shrimp is covered in heavy armor, there is still flesh exposed between the shell plates—although there is likewise a tough membrane covering it like bulletproof cloth, its own spines, under great force, still pierce deep into it. It's not the flesh that's injured—that's just a slight pain like a small wood splint—but the internal force of Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist that rushes in proceeds to surge back and forth inside; being essentially metal qi plus violent wind, it naturally creates a massive wound inside.

What truly harms the pepe shrimp isn't Bai Lang's kick, but the direction his kick sends the shrimp—sea tentacles now reach even higher than a cliff, looming down and directly wrapping around the pepe shrimp. The tentacles coil around the shrimp, which lets out a sharp hiss, followed by a thunderclap-like sound and flashing light; the tentacles are then smashed to pieces, the minced meat forming a fan-shaped spray tens to hundreds of meters wide that splashes into the sea, and the pepe shrimp drops down at once.

Now it was Bai Lang's turn to watch the show, "Oh! Nice hit! Just like that! Strike at its **!" He was almost holding a happy bucket of the otaku. The nine-headed bird in the sky, Bai Lang thought perhaps it was the weakest fellow; in size it was like that, unless it had some special ability, otherwise Bai Lang had nothing to fear.

Indeed the situation was exactly so; the bird just circled in the sky, not coming down. The pepe shrimp had just landed when another tentacle arrived, and from the vortex came a different roar—the tentacle's owner also appeared on the sea surface. It was an enormous octopus head, its pair of eyes larger than a huge city gate glaring fiercely at the pepe shrimp that had just smashed one of its tentacles.

Now two tentacles coiled together toward the pepe shrimp, but the pepe shrimp struck again, smashing another tentacle to pieces; the octopus's roar generated ring-shaped waves on the sea, and the third tentacle viciously dragged the pepe shrimp toward the ocean. Bai Lang watched all this with a grin, rubbing the jade fish on his chest—the jade fish grew ever more warm and moist.

The nine-headed bird in the sky also let out a mournful cry, then dove straight down—apparently the bird had finally made up its mind to attack Bai Lang, who looked the weakest. This broken bird truly had a special ability; its eight small heads opened their mouths and spat out different attacks.

Four heads spewed out a dark green viscous liquid, like a high-pressure water jet; the other four heads emitted sound waves inaudible to human ears but capable of inducing nausea, vomiting, and weakness throughout the body. The large head shrank back, letting the claws strike first—using the impact of falling from the sky. Bai Lang was utterly unaffected by those sound waves; a single clench and strike of his fist produced a long, resonant bell tone that shattered all evil sounds. As his figure flickered, he dodged all the sticky dark green liquid—when it splashed onto the ground, it instantly turned into a foul-smelling smoke that rose, and the ground was immediately corroded into large holes.

"That's all!" Bai Lang snorted, his eyes constantly judging the distance of that big claw. Bai Lang planted his feet, rotated his arms, pressing the roots of his palms together in front of him, upper and lower, with the five claws spread apart above and below like a tiger's mouth. The white tiger phantom nearly became solid, poised to launch against the descending nine-headed bird.

That nine-headed bird was also cunning, spreading its wings and gliding, appearing as if it wanted to rush toward the octopus on the sea surface—there was enough distance for it to slow down. Meanwhile, the battle between the octopus and the pepe shrimp had just entered a fever pitch—the third tentacle had never been positioned sideways in front of the pepe shrimp, so it hadn't been smashed.

After dragging the pepe shrimp into the sea, this monster's attacks became even more terrifying—air can be compressed, but water cannot, so each of the pepe shrimp's attacks is no different from a water cannon, and moreover it's of the wide-area type. The underwater explosive sound is immensely loud, enough to kill all marine life within a radius of a hundred zhang.

The giant octopus is not among them, but there are plenty of whales and sharks with white bellies that float up and then sink right away. The nine-headed bird is also cunning, gliding over to snag a whale several dozen meters long, then landing on the mudflat to feast heartily. As for the pepe shrimp's strike in the water, the third octopus tentacle couldn't hold on—it was shaken into minced meat and had to let go.

Bai Lang's eyes narrowed, "This thing's regenerative ability is outrageous!" The first and second tentacles had already regenerated—don't look at the front half being broken; the regeneration speed from the wound is simply outrageous. But in this short time, the several-meter-long broken sections had fully regenerated.

The octopus and the pepe shrimp were fighting fiercely underwater; Bai Lang wrinkled his nose, preparing to distance himself from the stinky pit. At that moment, the distortion and transformation also began. "Getting faster and faster." Bai Lang's qi mechanism immediately sensed the change occurring. In the blink of an eye, the sea's roar shifted from below to above, and heaven and earth were directly swapped.

The monsters in the sea didn't fall down; instead, the leaping fish dropped straight from the sky, then slammed heavily into the upper sea from another place...... The mountain tops were still normal, Bai Lang gazing at the sea above his head sighed, "I have to leave right away, otherwise who knows what will happen."