The white-haired old man's arrangement benefited Song Wen the most, so he naturally accepted it gladly.
He activated the Profound Scale Shield, protecting himself with it.
At the same time, he controlled a blood-colored flying sword and slew toward several fourth-rank Yin-face Spiders.
What was rather strange was that Song Wen was now a Spirit Transformation cultivator, yet the power displayed by the Profound Scale Shield and blood-colored flying sword—both high-grade magic treasures—in his hands was not much stronger than before.
Those fourth-rank Yin-face Spiders were no weaklings. Most possessed late fourth-rank or peak fourth-rank strength, with thick shields condensed from poisonous miasma covering their bodies.
The blood-colored flying sword could only cleave apart those shields, unable to take advantage of the opening to kill the Yin-face Spiders within.
Whenever the blood-colored flying sword regrouped and came surging back, it would be blocked by other Yin-face Spiders.
Thus, Song Wen, a dignified Spirit Transformation cultivator, was actually entangled by seven fourth-rank Yin-face Spiders. Had it not been for the corpse puppets aiding him, he might even have fallen into the peril of being besieged by all seven.
Song Wen's battle was deadlocked, and the struggle on the white-haired old man's side was equally fraught.
Song Wen noticed that the magic treasures wielded by those three were all merely top-grade magic treasures.
Their power was somewhat greater than that of his Twelve Capital Corpse Formation, yet they seemed inferior to the Mount Tai Ring.
The three could not break through the Yin-Faced Spider King's shield at all. Instead, they were forced back step by step by the Yin-Faced Spider King, teetering on the brink of disaster.
"Jiang Wo, stop holding back. I know you possess a spear at the spiritual treasure level. If you do not use it now, when will