Time slipped quietly alongside the reports from the leaders of the Blessed Land Beasts scattered across the Wolf Pack.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed quickly.
Su Lin secretly assigned numerous tasks to the leaders of various exotic beast factions stationed afar, but he made no specific arrangements for the Northern Desert Sandworm King and its clan.
It was clear to him that the Northern Desert Sandworm King revered his strength out of sheer fear,
yet rebellion had already sprouted in its heart.
Even if Su Lin could suppress such thoughts temporarily, he could never do so indefinitely.
But to eliminate the Northern Desert Sandworm King would only further alienate the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan from the Wolf Pack.
Such a massive faction of six hundred million insect-type beings, if driven to disperse or take a hostile stance against the Wolf Pack,
