After two hours, the pain gradually faded from Zu Zong's body.
The system's notification rang out in Zu Zong's mind.
[Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully fusing with the Eight Spider Lances. The Eight Spider Lances have become one with the host, inseparable from you.]
At the same time, with the sound of tearing brocade, the clothes on Zu Zong's back instantly ripped apart. On both sides of his spine, eight fist-sized bulges swelled up.
Immediately after, the eight bulges burst open. Strangely, the skin on Zu Zong's back did not peel back. Eight dark-purple objects as thick as fists drilled out from those protrusions, growing wildly at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, the dark-purple objects had already grown over a meter long, and they were still extending at an alarming speed. When their length surpassed one and a half meters, they paused slightly, and something like a joint grew at the end. When the dark purple extended again, it stretched from that joint in another direction.
Zu Zong glanced at them from the corner of his eye and murmured, "This... This is the Eight Spider Lances?"
The eight purplish-black objects grew until they were over three meters long before finally stopping. Their entire bodies shone with a purple luster, their surfaces looking extremely smooth. They were thickest near Zu Zong's back, gradually thinning as they extended outward, until their tips were as sharp as cones.
Zu Zong moved slightly, only to discover that he could not control the eight spider legs for the moment. In just a short while, the furniture in the room was shredded to pieces by the razor-sharp legs. Fortunately, Rose Hotel had special soundproofing measures in place; otherwise, it would probably have drawn a crowd over to watch.
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