In the dim underground passage, Chen Kong clutched his wounded shoulder and ran for his life.
Behind him, countless silver threads clung to him like maggots on a bone, relentlessly pursuing him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three silver threads whistled past Chen Kong's ears and pierced a steam pipe not far ahead.
Steam gushed from the cut in the pipe, instantly blurring Chen Kong's vision.
In that instant, Chen Kong suddenly felt a chill rise behind him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he dropped into a low sliding tackle, narrowly evading the razor-sharp threads close on his heels as they flew overhead.
But although he had narrowly escaped another disaster, he had nowhere left to run.
Though the silvery-white threads had failed to hit him, they had effortlessly sliced through the surrounding walls, triggering a violent collapse that completely blocked his only path forward.
Seeing this, no matter how unwilling he was, Chen Kong could only stop.
He turned around and looked at Euphemia, who was slowly walking toward him from not far away, his expression grim.
The fifth time. This was already the fifth time she had found him with such precision.
The first four times, he had either created false escape routes or hidden away in obscure, unknown corners.
He had done everything he could to shake off her pursuit.
Yet it was as if this woman possessed a Celestial Star Eye. She could always see through every one of his intentions with terrifying accuracy and find him soon afterward.
There was definitely something wrong here.
Chen Kong held his wounded shoulder as his mind raced.
Silvery-white threads. A spider-like true form. A nest.
Everything he knew about Euphemia flashed wildly through his mind like a slideshow.
Before long, it was as though he had grasped something. A spark suddenly