Tang San, I'm Doing This for Your Own Good; Man Faced Demon Spider; You Can't Handle It

Zhao Wuji led the Shrek group through the dense forest for another half hour.

Zhao Wuji suddenly raised a hand, signaling the group to stop.

He walked up to a large tree and reached out to touch several white marks on its trunk.

They were remnants left behind by dried spider silk. Though they had already faded considerably, they were enough for the experienced Zhao Wuji.

"There's a Man Faced Demon Spider nearby." Zhao Wuji turned around and looked at Tang San, a trace of excitement in his eyes. "And it isn't young—at least a thousand years old."

Tang San's heartbeat quickened.

A Man Faced Demon Spider.

Before setting out, Grandmaster had specifically told him about this kind of soul beast.

Its venom was exceptionally potent, its speed incredibly fast, and its attacks strange and unpredictable. It was one of the most dangerous soul beasts among those of the same rank.

But if he could absorb its soul ring, it would bring a qualitative leap to the Blue Silver Grass.

"Stay alert." Zhao Wuji lowered his voice. "Man Faced Demon Spiders aren't easy to deal with. Mubai, come with me at the front. Hongjun, cover the rear. Xiao San and Oscar, stay in the middle and protect yourselves."

The group adjusted their formation and slowly followed the traces of spider silk forward.

After walking for about the time it took to burn an incense stick, the trees ahead suddenly began to thin out.

A small clearing appeared before them. At its center stood a dead tree, its trunk covered in white spider silk like a tombstone wrapped in a web.

At the roots of that dead tree crouched a gigantic spider.

Its body was comparable to a small carriage. Its eight long legs were bent beneath it, supporting a body