The night was as black as ink, and the waves surged violently.
Thunder and lightning intertwined, and torrential rain poured down.
Wang Wu and General Xuelang huddled in a small crevice in the rock, shivering with cold.
Hmm, General Xuelang had transformed into a tiny puppy the size of a fist, and Wang Wu had turned into a little bear cub the size of a fist, like quails abandoned by the world, trembling and cautious, walking on thin ice.
The days dominated by the First-Grade Snake Demon were truly hard to bear.
In a trance, Wang Wu thought he was back more than forty years ago, the night he first traversed, scared beyond measure in a crevice in the rock.
No one had the heart to speak, much less dare to speak.
General Xuelang was so frightened that he almost burrowed into Wang Wu's body, and Wang Wu felt the same way. However, the two little furballs snuggled together were quite warm.
