Other than the giant skulls at the ends of the nine arms, Skeleton Dragon did not seem to have its own head. But on the top of the round torso, dozens of transparent tentacles lifted a bruised, swollen, and twisted face that everyone could see clearly.
It was Wang Ji!
Wang Ji's face was expanded to almost ten times its normal size. It was limp like a cake which had been stomped on. Somebody seemed to have smashed all the bones in his face and reassembled them in a hurry, making his countenance unfathomably weird.
The misery beaming out of the hollow eyes indicated that the owner of the face would be better off dead. But Wang Ji's mouth curled. Some uncanny power seemed to be forcing him to put on a smile that was even more ugly than crying.
His body was entirely gone. The only thing left was his face, which was laughing according to the rhythm of the fluctuation of the tentacles.
"Wang Ji!"