A pale sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the thick fog in the forest gradually dispersed.
The eight purple-black spider legs on Tang San's back slowly retracted, finally turning into eight purple points of light that merged into his spine.
He let out a long breath of stale air. Though his face was still pale, his eyes now held a terrifying sharpness.
"Little San! Yuhao! Wang Dong!"
An anxious shout came from the woods.
Zhao Wuji led Oscar, Dai Mubai, Xu Sanshi, and the others as they panted and shoved aside the bushes to rush over. When they saw the enormous Man Faced Demon Spider corpse on the ground, along with the uninjured Tang San and the other two, they all sucked in a cold breath.
"This... this is a Man Faced Demon Spider over two thousand years old?!" Zhao Wuji stared at the dark-golden dragon patterns that had yet to fully fade from its shell, his eyelids twitching wildly. "You three... killed it?!"
"Tang San killed it. Yuhao and I only provided a little support." Wang Dong dropped onto the ground, too exhausted to even lift her hand.
Tang San suddenly sprang to his feet and grabbed Zhao Wuji by the arm, his eyes bloodshot. "Teacher Zhao! The demon spider's death isn't important! Where's Xiao Wu? Which way did the Titan Giant Ape run? I have to save her!"
A bitter expression appeared on Zhao Wuji's face as he patted Tang San's shoulder. "Little San, calm down! That was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If it wanted to kill Xiao Wu, it would have done so already. Chasing after it now would be like throwing eggs at a rock..."
"But Xiao Wu is in its hands!" Tang San was so frantic his eyes nearly split apart. The Mysterious