When the stone hit the Snow Worm's head, Jiang Chen's heart nearly leaped into his throat.
He stopped breathing.
He knew he must have startled the Snow Worm.
An enraged Snow Worm was a terrifying thing.
Using his two swords to cling to the edge of the passage, Jiang Chen hung silently, not daring to breathe.
WHOOSH!
In the space below, a brown light flared once more.
The snoring stopped.
Jiang Chen felt like dying.
He tilted his head and looked down.
After all, he had only climbed a few meters up the passage, putting him perilously close to the Snow Worm below.
The Snow Worm only needed to look up to devour him in a single bite.
RUMBLE!
Suddenly, a dull thud echoed from below.
Jiang Chen saw the Snow Worm stir.
"Who is it? Who dares disturb this king's slumber?"
"Who?"
A coarse, booming voice echoed from below.
The color drained from Jiang Chen's face.
The One-Eyed Snow Worm was awake. He knew he was in deep trouble now.
