ROAR!
The moment the Evil-eating Centipede emerged from the Spirit Pet Bag, it stirred up a gust of foul, evil wind and charged towards the sky.
Connected by the Spirit Pet Contract, the Evil-eating Centipede's roar echoed in Shen Mo's mind: Master... Kill... It was filled with ferocity and ruthlessness!
Having dwelled in an Ancient Cultivator's Tomb for many years, feeding on corpses, burial goods, and various filth, its gnosis had become extremely muddled. Even if its strength had continuously grown, the chance of it developing true intelligence was slim. It was even less intelligent than top-grade Demon Soul Generals like the Ghost Bride.
Shen Mo didn't expect it to perform any delicate tasks. As long as it was strong enough to serve as a mount and assist him in killing enemies, that would suffice.
Just like now, he didn't want to get entangled with Yan Dacheng, so he let this Spirit Pet act on his behalf!
