The blood and qi within him churned like boiling water, and a thread of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Yet the instant he landed, he rolled to his feet, and Nine Yang Body Protection gathered around him once more.
He looked up to see that Little Devourer and Mystic Sting were in even worse condition than he was—Little Devourer's shell bore a deep puncture wound, black blood gushing steadily from it.
One of Mystic Sting's wings had been torn open by a long gash, great patches of golden fuzz had fallen away, and its movements had visibly slowed.
The spider's enormous body hovered within the shadow of its web. Its dark-gold compound eyes reflected the three of them in their sorry state. "Just the three of you, and you dare challenge this king? Be good and become this king's food."
Li Bufan swung the Seven Killings Blade, sending slash after slash at the spider with his Blade Domain, Five Elements True Meaning, and Greedy Wolf Saber Technique.
But the spider kept teleporting across its web, appearing somewhere utterly different each time. Eight or nine attacks out of ten struck nothing but air.
Moreover, the spider seemed in no hurry to finish him off. It poured most of its attacks onto Little Devourer and Mystic Sting.
After only a few exchanges, Little Devourer's shell had gained several wounds deep enough to expose flesh, while Mystic Sting's wings had become tattered beyond recognition, its flying speed dropping drastically.
Li Bufan's heart chilled. He knew this could not continue.
He activated the Windfire Wandering Step, his body carving an arc through the air as he shot toward Little Devourer and Mystic Sting.
The moment his Spiritual Sense reached the two insects, he simultaneously took them into the Small Cauldron. Golden