The deserted area, black as an abyss, silent as a grave, is inherently a barren land.
The hairs on the back of Qin Ming's neck stood on end, as if a cold, long tongue was slowly licking towards him, wet, sticky, and chilling to the bone.
Even more chilling, his eyes suddenly turned pitch black, unable to see anything.
Qin Ming teleported, feeling extremely uncomfortable, as that wet, cold, sticky long tongue landed on his neck. Even with Heavenly Light as a barrier, the sensation felt unbearable, as if ants were crawling all over him.
Heavenly Light could protect his body, also equivalent to the extension of his own Spiritual Sense, the sensation was too clear.
The only consolation was that he was in the "Borrowing Body" state, essentially it was Little Worm's body quietly enduring it all.
But that vivid experience resonated with him entirely.
In the night sky, Qin Ming was attached to the broken cloth, in a state of Divine Travel, overlooking below and capturing the truth.
