"Boom… splash!!!"
A pitch-black skeleton, wrapped in the distinct foul stench of spatial teleportation, the rotten odor of the Wither-Bloom Poison Cavern, and billowing, intensely friction-scorched black smoke, was hurled like illegal construction garbage fired by a hellish catapult toward an inconspicuous, miasma-choked mountain stream deep within the Shiwan Great Mountains—achieving a precision air-drop!
Live broadcast of the landing:
Water splash?
That was practically a small tsunami!
The dark green stream water exploded into a dozen-meter-high foul-smelling fountain, precisely blanketing a radius of thirty meters.
The venomous moss-toads along the bank were grouped together enjoying a "sunshine SPA" when sudden justice fell from the heavens!
"Ribbit?! (Pitch cracking)"
"Ow! Mudslide bath, ribbit!"
"Mom! A shooting star is taking a dump, ribbit!"
Several heavy-duty toads were swept away by the surging waves, rolling across the muddy ground like bowling pins. One unlucky fellow went *clang* as it collided with an obsidian rock, raising a bump on its head and spitting venomous bubbles in agony.
Chapter 521