In the dark night, the gathering clouds seemed to be waves crashing into the sky, flashes of lightning wove dance moves like serpents.
In the pitch-black iron box, the eerie little worm caused Zhou Dao's forehead to throb violently.
Its form bore a striking resemblance to the dragons depicted in ancient texts.
Such a small entity, born from the Dragon Vein of Nielong River.
A deep question arose in Zhou Dao's heart; he began to doubt the origins of this worm.
"Try offering it as a sacrifice."
An idea popped into Zhou Dao's mind, and he squeezed out some Essence Blood, letting the droplets fall onto the black worm.
"Sacrifice!"
Roar...
At this moment, the black worm suddenly came to life, bellowed a deafening roar, like the terrifying creature beneath a raging sea tide, even overpowering the thunder.
Zhou Dao's face changed abruptly.
In an instant, the black worm exuded a horrifying power.
Under this force, Zhou Dao shuddered uncontrollably, completely helpless.
