Crack!
A crisp sound of breaking echoed, and a miniature centipede burst out of its shell, its head directly lunging and biting onto Wang Yang's index finger!
The centipede crazily devoured the fresh blood within Wang Yang's body, doubling in size after just a single breath!
Wang Yang snorted coldly, the thunder light flickering within his palm, violently flinging the centipede away, repelling it.
"You dare to drink my blood?"
With a flicker of murderous intent between Wang Yang's brows, just as he was about to make his move, the centipede hastily let out a shrill scream.
In its voice was a full plea for mercy.
"You want to follow me?"
Wang Yang suddenly stopped and looked at the centipede, questioning.
Though the centipede could not yet make any other sounds, it frantically nodded its head, screeching once more; Wang Yang chuckled bitterly, realizing that this little fellow had drunk his blood to acknowledge him as master.