The Man Faced Demon Spider's body convulsed violently in pain, its eight legs stamping wildly across the ground.
It gouged a jumble of pits into the scorched earth beneath its feet. Dark purple fluid kept seeping from the wound in its rear, dripping onto the ground with faint hisses of corrosion.
It turned to face Tang Wulin.
Its eight eyes locked onto the boy who had just pierced its rear with a spear. In their dark red glow, its savagery and hatred seemed almost solid.
Tang Wulin did not hesitate. Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground beneath his feet, and dozens of dark purple stems spread rapidly across the earth, winding toward the bases of the spider's eight legs from different directions.
At the same time, he charged forward. He curled his right hand, and the Golden Sacred Dragon Spear he had thrown turned into a streak of gold dozens of meters away, flew back into his palm, and took shape again.
He remembered clearly that the Man Faced Demon Spider's lower abdomen was not poisonous.
The venom in its legs was concentrated mainly in the segments above the joints and the spikes at their tips. As long as he avoided those spots, attacking at close range was possible.
The Man Faced Demon Spider gave a low hiss. All eight legs pushed off at once, launching its body sideways and out of the Blue Silver Grass's reach.
At the same time, its abdomen contracted and sprang outward, spraying a web from its rear straight at Tang Wulin.
The web spread rapidly in flight until it was nearly two meters across. The gaps between its strands were tiny, leaving almost no room to slip through. Once caught, he would need several breaths just to break free.
Tang Wulin did not