A strand of white spider silk shot out like lightning, sticking to the plaster on the Spirit Pagoda's wall. The next moment, the spider silk spraying from behind its rear tightened to its limit and rapidly contracted, actually dragging the Eight Spider Lances backward onto the Spirit Pagoda's broken wall.
"Fuck!"
Even Wang Qiu'er could not help but curse. Was this bastard really a god? He was not giving her even the slightest chance.
Tang San seemed quite satisfied with Wang Qiu'er's expression. Unhurriedly, he lightly tapped his pair of foreclaws together, sending another shower of sparks flying.
With a wave of her hand, Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon Lance had returned to her palm. At the sight, the greed in Tang San's eyes intensified.
That idiot Huo Yuhao had actually returned a Super Divine Artifact that was already in his hands. This treasure was clearly fated to belong to him.
Leaving such a powerful Divine Weapon in the hands of a Soul Beast with barely over ten thousand years of cultivation was simply a waste. Only he, the great Sea God, was worthy of such a divine weapon.
He truly wondered how terrifying the destructive power would be if he used such a weapon to unleash the Golden Thirteen Halberds. Even the Destruction God King probably would not dare take a Never to Return unleashed with the Golden Dragon Lance head-on, would he?
As the two faced off, Zi Ji finally broke free from the spider web Tang San had fired. Her snow-white skin was covered in savage wounds patterned like spider webs, while black Yin Water clung to them, slowly healing the burns inflicted by the nerve toxin.
The two stood side by side, their expressions grave as they watched the Eight Spider Lances under Tang San's control, not