“Ouch.” Yang Xiaohai only felt pain and no other sensations as the fish spines stabbed into his skin. The pain was so deep that he could feel it in his bone marrow, but no matter how bad it got, he couldn’t faint at all.0

Yang Xiaohai’s consciousness started to fade in and out as time dragged on. As his consciousness wavered, Yang Xiaohai saw the Dragon King slowly move.0

It wasn’t until the mural moved that Yang Xiaohai realized the black snake was not the Dragon King—it was his shadow! The real Dragon King was behind the shadow.0

As time passed, the shadow moved faster. The Dragon King’s whiskers stretched out like the legs of centipedes...0