The Ice Snow Silkworm King's body jerked on the ground, and another spray of blood splashed over Yan Chihuo. Yan Chihuo was already in excruciating pain; now, with pain piled upon pain, he hastened the circulation of the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations.
Though the Ice Snow Silkworm King was immensely powerful, its soul was far inferior to Yan Chihuo's. After struggling several times, it finally collapsed and could no longer rise, while Yan Chihuo seized the chance to refine its soul.
In Snow Fairy and the others' eyes, Yan Chihuo, this Void Spider, had used his eight long legs to nail the Ice Snow Silkworm King firmly in place, ultimately wearing it down until it died.
As for why Yan Chihuo now lay completely still, it was because his entire body was soaked in the Ice Snow Silkworm King's blood. To cultivators, the blood of an Ice Snow Silkworm was a treasure of the highest order, and the blood of an Ice Snow Silkworm King was even more extraordinary. Yet a cultivator's physical body could not possibly compare to a demon's. If one directly soaked in Ice Snow Silkworm blood, one would likely have their bones dissolved and flesh destroyed—let alone in the blood of an Ice Snow Silkworm King.
If these four obtained an Ice Snow Silkworm, they would need to prepare it with various medicinal ingredients, then bathe in it little by little over many days before it could take effect. Seeing Yan Chihuo in such a state, they could not help secretly thinking, "This Void Spider killed the Ice Snow Silkworm King, but he probably won't survive either."
Snow Fairy was greatly alarmed. Forming a hand seal, she shot a stream of azure light from her right palm. It transformed into a huge hand in midair and grabbed