Zuo Xiaoduo stared, his eyes going wide.
Because he had been immobilized by demonic power again. Not only that, his hand had even risen and slapped him across the face twice, the slaps crisp and loud.
Of course, that was the Centipede King's doing.
You little punk, hurry up and get started! If you don't, this king will slap you again!
Zuo Xiaoduo wanted to cry but had no tears. He had no choice but to force his way ahead and resume his grand undertaking of fishing for rings.
Unfortunately, even with foresight, I still have troubles right under my nose. I prepared plenty of thread, but after two nights and a day of this, I've already used up half of it. How much longer can the rest last?
And so...
Zuo Xiaoduo held his breath and calmed himself, lying flat in the same spot. Then, pretending to concentrate fully, he furtively extended a thread, using Spiritual Power to perform the most exquisite fine control as he sent it toward the pile of rings a hundred meters away...
The thread swam and swam, winding forward little by little...
Seeing the fun game begin again, with the thread moving even more nimbly, the Centipede King expressed great satisfaction.
Just like that. Keep going just like that.
So it narrowed its eyes and curled up its hill-sized body, assuming its previous languid pose as though it had seen nothing. The very picture of indolence...
As expected, the thread caught a ring and began dragging it back, dragging... dragging, dragging, dragging...
When it reached the ten-meter mark...
Snap!
It broke.
The Centipede King raised its head to the sky and let out an excited howl. That's it, that's it! Again! Do it again!
Zuo Xiaoduo, meanwhile, felt only an indescribable tightness in his