The sand worm, which had just been howling at the sky, suddenly turned its head, and its huge blood-red eyes glared menacingly at Wang Zijia.
Yet Wang Zijia looked back with a beaming smile.
A hundred-zhang-long dragon and a person standing at 1.89 meters, the exaggerated difference in size belied a mismatch in their power.
As their gazes met, the sand worm's ferocity was ultimately suppressed by the painful memories ingrained in its very bones.
"Roar!"
In its violent roar, it vented all its temper on the demons in the domain.
With the intelligence of a three-year-old, full of defiance, and forcibly suppressing it while enduring shame and burden—it was quite cute!
With a smile on his face, Wang Zijia flashed and directly entered the body of the sand worm.
This one, although clearly still needing training, was somewhat like the Five Ghosts of old years; although defiant, it knew it had to listen obediently, or it would be punished.
Such nostalgic times!
