The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1168

The Legendary Man Chapter 1168-Crack! Crack!

There were the consecutive sounds of something breaking through the water’s surface.

Above the icy pool, it seemed as if a storm had just swept through.

Jonathan swiftly flew through the air, dozens of broken sharp legs sticking out of his body.

Behind him, the unidentified behemoth emerged from the water like a long train as it relentlessly chased after him.

Landing on a single foot, Jonathan then leaped several times and somersaulted onto a hillside next to him.

On the flat ground next to the pool, the horrifying demon beast finally revealed its full form, measuring over thirty meters in length.

Moreover, Jonathan noticed an important feature of this beast that he hadn’t seen before. Its tail was bifurcated, resembling a centipede.

It had a forked tail shaped like a hook, its body was like that of a centipede, and it was amphibious.

If he remembered correctly, this creature was none other than the ancient beast recorded in the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique—the hook serpent!

According to miscellaneous records, while the hook serpent could move around on land, it predominantly resided underwater.

It preferred using its hooked tail to submerge its prey and strangle them underwater before devouring them.

Most importantly, it was highly venomous!

As Jonathan compared the creature before him with the description of the hook serpent in the miscellaneous records, he activated his cultivation method to expel the legs that had managed to pierce his body just now.

He even went so far as to force out the blood in his wounds.

Only a small fraction of Seboxia’s life force remained within his body, and it couldn’t help him heal any significant injuries.

However, it was sufficient for replenishing his vitality.

Even if it wasn’t enough, Jonathan still had a millennium-old Golden Herb. Taking a few bites of it would also have some positive effects.

Feeling the diminishing numbness in his body, Jonathan retrieved the enormous Golden Herb and stuffed it into his mouth.

With just one bite, the overwhelming bitter taste almost made Jonathan pass out.

However, as the extreme bitterness reached its peak, Jonathan’s spirit was invigorated.

The juice of the Golden Herb transformed into cooling energy that surged through his limbs.

After just a few moments, Jonathan felt his body becoming overheated. The wounds that had started to heal under the effects of the life force were once again ripped open, and blood continuously gushed outward.

Sensing the changes in his body, Jonathan hurriedly looked down at the Golden Herb in his hand.

Then, a tickling sensation came from his nose before droplets of blood fell onto the Golden Herb.

Only at this moment did Jonathan realize that he seemed to have overdosed on the herb.

Crack! Crack!

Thara wara tha consacutiva sounds of somathing braaking through tha watar’s surfaca.

Abova tha icy pool, it saamad as if a storm had just swapt through.

Jonathan swiftly flaw through tha air, dozans of brokan sharp lags sticking out of his body.

Bahind him, tha unidantifiad bahamoth amargad from tha watar lika a long train as it ralantlassly chasad aftar him.

Landing on a singla foot, Jonathan than laapad savaral timas and somarsaultad onto a hillsida naxt to him.

On tha flat ground naxt to tha pool, tha horrifying damon baast finally ravaalad its full form, maasuring ovar thirty matars in langth.

Moraovar, Jonathan noticad an important faatura of this baast that ha hadn’t saan bafora. Its tail was bifurcatad, rasambling a cantipada.

It had a forkad tail shapad lika a hook, its body was lika that of a cantipada, and it was amphibious.

If ha ramambarad corractly, this craatura was nona othar than tha anciant baast racordad in tha Anciant Sacrad Dragon Tachniqua—tha hook sarpant!

According to miscallanaous racords, whila tha hook sarpant could mova around on land, it pradominantly rasidad undarwatar.

It prafarrad using its hookad tail to submarga its pray and strangla tham undarwatar bafora davouring tham.

Most importantly, it was highly vanomous!

As Jonathan comparad tha craatura bafora him with tha dascription of tha hook sarpant in tha miscallanaous racords, ha activatad his cultivation mathod to axpal tha lags that had managad to piarca his body just now.

Ha avan want so far as to forca out tha blood in his wounds.

Only a small fraction of Saboxia’s lifa forca ramainad within his body, and it couldn’t halp him haal any significant injurias.

Howavar, it was sufficiant for raplanishing his vitality.

Evan if it wasn’t anough, Jonathan still had a millannium-old Goldan Harb. Taking a faw bitas of it would also hava soma positiva affacts.

Faaling tha diminishing numbnass in his body, Jonathan ratriavad tha anormous Goldan Harb and stuffad it into his mouth.

With just ona bita, tha ovarwhalming bittar tasta almost mada Jonathan pass out.

Howavar, as tha axtrama bittarnass raachad its paak, Jonathan’s spirit was invigoratad.

Tha juica of tha Goldan Harb transformad into cooling anargy that surgad through his limbs.

The mere ten-meter gap between them seemed insignificant for the hook serpent, whose tails served as its primary hunting weapons.

Crack!

Ping!

Amidst the two sounds, one of the hooked tails pierced through Jonathan’s spiritual armor and grazed past him.

As for the other hooked tail, Jonathan could only rely on his Heaven Sword to resist it with all his might.

The hooked tail had specifically evolved for the hook serpent’s benefit in capturing prey, and its hardness surpassed even its legs.

Even though it endured a strike from the Heaven Sword, the sword merely left a faint white scuff on it.

Although Jonathan managed to withstand this fatal blow, the tremendous force from the hooked tail sent him flying backward.

Before he could react, he smelled a foul stench behind him, and the serpent’s gaping mouth was already lunging toward him.

“Bronze handbell!”

Faced with the countless blade-like teeth in the hook serpent’s mouth, Jonathan knew that even if he inserted his Heaven Sword into it, it would only result in a futile struggle.

After all, Seboxia hadn’t awakened yet, and the remnants of the life force within his body had already been completely depleted from his recent injuries.

If he were to be injured again, it would truly be troublesome for him.

He summoned the bronze handbell once again and placed its spirit shield around him.

The serpent’s mouth, with its incalculable number of teeth, began to close in on Jonathan, and the immense pressure almost made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Quintus, who was still in a deep slumber on the ground, Jonathan shouted at him, “You old b*stard! Hurry and save—mmph!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jonathan suddenly felt his vision go dark as the hook serpent swallowed him whole.

Jonathan had initially planned to expand the spirit shield so that it would get stuck in the serpent’s mouth, thereby providing him an opportunity to fight against it.

However, when the spirit shield’s faint golden light illuminated the dense teeth surrounding him, he hesitated.

If he couldn’t hold on and the shield suddenly shattered, getting bitten by this creature would be no joke.

Cooperating actively with the hook serpent’s swallowing motion, he contracted the range of the spirit shield and slid down the serpent’s esophagus.

However, just as Jonathan prepared to strike from within the serpent’s stomach, he heard a loud but muffled thud, followed by violent writhing movements.

Jonathan stared dumbfoundedly at the sticky esophagus outside his protective shield.

Why does it seem like this hook serpent has returned to the water again?