Tang San had no time to hesitate. Several of his front legs, which had been heavily damaged by Angel of Death's Light, began healing in an instant.
He had still been pretending!
The blood energy from the Soul Beasts he had devoured in Star Dou Forest had always been stored within the Eight Spider Lances.
If Wang Qiu'er and Zi Ji had not chosen to flee Tang San's clutches just now, but instead tried to strike at the Eight Spider Lances while they were weakened, then the Eight Spider Lances, having instantly recovered from their injuries, would have pierced straight through both their hearts in the blink of an eye. There was no other possibility!
What a close call. What viciousness. What meticulous planning!
Zi Ji, whose mind had already become muddled from the toxins on the Eight Spider Lances, barely managed to flee into the distance. Watching the Eight Spider Lances recover instantly, she felt a chill run down her spine.
The scheme to assassinate Wang Qiu'er had completely fallen apart, and Tang San's mood had sunk to rock bottom.
This wasn't right!
He had never needed such troublesome schemes before. This kind of layered planning was already him performing beyond his usual level.
Back when he had dominated Douluo Continent, everything had practically gone his way. When had things ever gone so poorly for him?
It was as if luck had suddenly stopped standing on his side!
In the next instant, Tang San's two left front spider legs turned the pure white color of jade, while a blood-red phantom appeared behind him, clutching a blood-red Giant Sword.
The Giant Sword in the blood-red phantom's hand and the two left front spider legs swung down at the same time. Three Blood Lines appeared before her, blocking the black giant