In the Abyssal Weave, the blinding flames and scorching smoke were gradually scattered by the gale.
With an explosive boom, Li Wei crashed to the ground. A blast of icy breath, followed by the spray of a powder extinguisher, rapidly cooled his glasslike body, yet his eyes remained fixed on the spider-shaped silhouette that seemed to have been charred within the flames.
With the power of his dragon breath as it was now, an ordinary Saint caught off guard by a near point-blank blast like that would likely have been obliterated without even ashes left behind.
Just like Kiaransalee, the Undying Goddess of Vengeance, who was already gone at this moment.
Of course, that was because she had revealed her hand to Li Wei long ago.
The Undying Goddess of Vengeance was not so easily killed. Just as she had told Lolth, unless every trace of her existence in the world was erased, she would revive again after some time.
Just like the Undying King Orcus, whom she had luckily slain once, only for him to be reborn.
And using this method to "leave the stage for now" at the first opportunity had another benefit: it prevented the power of the Drow elves from being completely devoured and integrated by Lolth.
That was, if she had somehow survived even this ambush strike.
Yet Li Wei, having already obtained part of Waukeen's intelligence, held the same suspicion as Tyr.
And that suspicion was soon confirmed.
"Tibilus, you truly are... always bringing me such surprises."
Crack. Crack.
The spider body that had been burned to a crisp began to rapidly grow and regenerate under the dual influence of the Abyssal Weave and Drow faith, like withered wood bursting into spring. Its eight compound eyes locked onto Li Wei, the Silver Dragon who