Not only had his opponent's will not been crushed, he had instead gone utterly mad. Looking at those blood-red eyes, it was as if Lin Xuan shared with him a hatred under the same sky that could never be reconciled.
Why was this happening?
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's face was full of astonishment, though of course he had no time to ponder it carefully.
Seeing Lin Xuan pounce over like a madman, Poison Dragon Old Ancestor grew furious as well.
Reckless fool. Did he really think Poison Dragon Old Ancestor would fear a mere Lihe Realm cultivator?
Without any visible movement from him, the enormous spider opened its mouthparts.
"Pfft, pfft..."
Two pitch-black masses sprayed out from within. It was impossible to see exactly what they were, but after a slight flicker, they shot up to meet Lin Xuan's two Dharma Treasures.
With a "whoosh," they spread open, and two enormous spiderwebs appeared before him. A fishy stench struck the nose as they enveloped the two treasures.
Roar!
Golden Lion naturally refused to be bound without a fight. With a slap of both claws, several golden wind blades shot out.
Each was a full foot or so in diameter, and even the sound they made tearing through the air was utterly different from ordinary wind-blade arts. Clearly, their power was extraordinary.
Yet it was useless. The spider silk was as thick as a finger, and tough to an inconceivable degree. When the wind blades struck it, it was like hitting rotten leather; they could not cut or tear it apart at all.
Instead, from deep within the web, drops of green liquid began to drip down with a steady patter.
The fishy stench was piercing, and every drop possessed an intense corrosive effect. The spiritual light on the lion's surface