Yang Xiao, with an excited heart, flew to the edge of the pond and saw countless dead fish floating on the surface of the water.
Some fish were as long as ten or even more than twenty meters.
The pond was still a blood red, with a strong stench of fishiness wafting about.
Now, as dawn just began to break, there were no wild beasts nearby.
Yang Xiao took out a Black Bottle and stood on the edge of the pond, circulating his thoughts and pointed the bottle towards the dead fish floating on the water.
"Whoosh,"
"Whoosh,"
"Whoosh,"
....
The dead fish on the surface of the water floated up one after another, turning into beams of light that flew into the mysterious Black Bottle.
Yang Xiao was ecstatic.
The fish within about ten meters of the shore could be absorbed directly through the Black Bottle. Those further away were out of reach.
Yang Xiao soared into the sky, flying above the water surface, collecting the dead fish one by one into the bottle.
