308: Chapter 298: The Reality of the Ghost Condensation in the Nether Lake (Three in One)_3 308: Chapter 298: The Reality of the Ghost Condensation in the Nether Lake (Three in One)_3 She only knew she was at a disadvantage, so…
she didn’t care about anything else and decided to fight this pile of dead bones to the end!
She did not realize that the more she fought, the stronger she beca!
In a blink of an eye, Owen Bertram covered the ten miles distance and arrived at the scene of the battle.
The sight of the battle wrenched his heart: Magpie was covered in wounds and scratches!
As for whether the skeleton was in an even more terrible state, he couldn’t tell.
With a serious expression on his face, he said nothing and released his Five-toothed Flying Sword.
With a rumbling sound, it transford into the size of ten ters.
It did not expand to its maximum size of a hundred ters, but its power was not diminished greatly.
This size was convenient for control, allowing him to display the subtleties of his swordsmanship: with a downward thrust, he cut the skeleton in half at the waist!
Then, he brought the sword back and struck downwards, shattering the skeleton’s gigantic skull into several pieces with a crack.
The Five-toothed Flying Sword rose again, sweeping horizontally through the air, cutting off the remainder of the bone tail in one stroke!
Magpie saw her master’s arrival and was encouraged.
She squawked, fiercely stomping the skeleton under her foot, and pecked a few tis at the eye sockets of the skull.
Next, she stretched her neck, fluffed up her feathers, and let out a clear and sonorous cry that sohow had traces of a phoenix’s call!
I won.
Even though it was with the help of my master.
Owen Bertram spread out his fingers, withdrawing the Five-toothed Flying Sword and then he started to survey the surroundings.
His attention was quickly caught by a serene lake nearby.
Sothing about it seed unusual.
And then there was that strange fruit tree that stood out in the midst of the lake.
Magpie combed her feathers a bit, and cautiously chirped at the master, asking: Can I eat it?
Owen Bertram focused his attention back on the skeleton, and quickly perceived sothing strange: “There are no monster souls?”
This kind of ghost should be like the Lord of the Skeleton Sea, maintaining its form by gathering souls and skeletal remains.
But this skeleton, though lacking monster souls, still had so form of “spiritual intelligence”.
Owen Bertram comforted Magpie: “Wait a mont, after master has finished examining, I’ll let you eat.”
Owen Bertram squatted down next to the skeleton and quickly understood: “Such a peculiar skeleton.
When it was alive it was at least a Tier-6 Monster Beast.
It died many years ago and should have already decayed.”
Even for a Tier-6 Monster Beast, it’s impossible to preserve its body for such a long ti.
Even now, this skeleton still has a robust degree of “vitality”, it’s because there is a unique force that has been infused into it.
According to the signs, this force should recharge the skeleton’s energy periodically.
Owen Bertram contemplated for a while, got up and kicked the skeleton towards Magpie: “Eat it.”
Magpie was delighted, she pecked the bones until they shattered, swallowing them mouthful after mouthful.
Gregory Ryan also sneaked out, hid under the shadows of his sister, found a skull head behind the bone tail, glowed his eyes at the dim light inside and sucked forcefully: a nebulous fla flew out and entered his body.
Gregory Ryan showed an expression of great satisfaction, then he went to find the next skull head.
This kind of “dim light” was not monster souls, but it did have the effect of strengthening the soul; it was a very special kind of energy.
Both siblings were eating very fast, but Owen Bertram didn’t bother them, instead he headed towards the lake’s edge.
Life abounded near the lake, and the tracks of several creatures that had co to drink could be seen by the lake.
However, Owen Bertram wouldn’t be fooled by such a facade.
He reached into his robe, let Joseph Gourd fly out and pointed to the lake: “Anything unusual?”
Joseph Gourd responded: “There’s so demon power in the lake.”
Owen Bertram commanded, “Drain the water from the lake.”
Draining water from a sea of over ten acres might be difficult for average cultivators, but for Joseph Gourd, it was a simple task.
Joseph Gourd flew out, “Master, please wait.”
It flew above the lake and suddenly turned enormous in size.
Its mouth aid downwards and it heaved a huge breath, thereupon, a gigantic inverted funnel ford over the lake.
The funnel covered the entire lake, the water rotated and lifted upwards with a rumbling sound as the water level in the lake quickly dropped.
It only took the ti to brew a cup of tea for the large lake to be completely drained.
Because the master said “drain”, Joseph Gourd only drained the water.
All things in the lake, fell down.
The golden-scaled small fishes in the lake bottom helplessly flipped and jumped about.
What was strange was that this large lake only had these small fishes as its inhabitants, and they were all uniformly the thingspan-sized.
There were no bigger nor smaller ones to be seen.
When the lake bottom was revealed, it looked even stranger!
There was not a speck of mud, instead, there were circles of black-brown rocks, smooth and clean, with smaller ones on top and larger ones below, like steps.
From top to bottom, there were a total of thirteen levels.
At the bottom was a circular platform about twenty ters in size.
At its center were five holes in the shape of a plum blossom.
Right at the center of these five holes, there stood a stone rod as thick as an arm.
This rock also stood dozens of ters tall and held up a giant “flower pot”.
The fruit tree was planted in this flower pot!
The flower pot was proportionate to the tree, but it was supported by such a thin stone rod, which under these circumstances, seed as if it would snap with a simple touch.
Owen Bertram swept his eyes over the scene, the number of fishes in the lake were neither more nor less than ninety-nine.
He took back Joseph Gourd, holding the gourd in one hand and controlling the flying sword with the other, he walked to the bottom of the lake.
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