Had Wang Qingshan not acted in time, Wang Yingjie would have been captured by the Netherworld Spiders as well.
By then, the main force of the Three Flames Palace had also arrived. They joined forces to cast large-scale fire-element spells at the Netherworld Spiders. Explosions rang out without end. Having lost their command, the Netherworld Spiders were no match for the cultivators at all.
A quarter of an hour later, not a single living Netherworld Spider remained on the plain. The ground was covered in dark green fluid that gave off a foul, fishy stench.
Large numbers of dharma artifacts and Magic Treasures lay scattered across the ground, mixed with the corpses and fragments of Netherworld Spiders. The scene was a complete mess.
Of the hundreds of thousands of Netherworld Spiders that had attacked, less than half escaped back to the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range.
Song Xiruo formed a hand seal, and the Taiyang Bottle's spiritual glow dimmed. It returned to its original size and flew into her sleeve, disappearing from sight.
Fan Ruoruo and the others flew over. They had Song Xiruo to thank for her timely support; otherwise, who knew how many cultivators would have been carried off by the Netherworld Spiders.
"Fellow Daoist Song, it was fortunate that you arrived in time. Otherwise, we would have been in trouble."
Fan Ruoruo spoke gratefully. Ordinary Netherworld Spiders were easy enough to handle, but the mutated ones were exceptionally difficult to deal with.
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist Fan. This was simply my duty. Fellow Daoist Wang, Daoist Fang, you traveled thousands of miles to the Northern Frontier to exterminate these insects. On behalf of the Three Flames Palace, I thank you."
Song Xiruo dipped in a graceful curtsy. No matter what, Wang Qingshan and Fang Mu's arrival in