"Mm."
Tang Wulin's gaze never left the Man Faced Demon Spider.
"Wait."
"Wait for an opening."
His voice was low, but steady.
Before him, the Star-Sinking Hammer hung motionless.
Rather than raising its head, he held it low, almost against the ground. At some point, the Little Ant soul spirit had crawled out of his palm and hidden between his hand and the hammer's handle, its antennae twitching rhythmically.
The Man Faced Demon Spider was building a cage.
He was making preparations too.
Only, it used spider silk and deadly poison, while Tang Wulin used the ground beneath his feet, the weight of the Star-Sinking Hammer, and the scraps of coordination three months of actual combat had forged between his companions.
Gu Yue simply sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes.
She had just tried fire, ice, wind, and earth in succession to destroy the spider silk, consuming a considerable amount of soul power. Since Tang Wulin had chosen not to attack for now, she immediately began recovering her soul power.
In a place like this, every bit she recovered gave her another chance to survive.
Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi stood shoulder to shoulder.
Zhang Yangzi was still pale. The destruction of his Dark Eagle Soul Spirit had dealt a considerable blow to both his mind and his soul power. Yet he did not retreat. He merely gritted his teeth and forced his breathing to steady.
Wang Jinxi's condition was more complicated.
His body was still trembling slightly.
But it was no longer purely out of fear.
That trembling resembled fighting spirit suppressed to its limit, like an undercurrent finally beginning to boil beneath a layer of ice.
The Man Faced Demon Spider had once pierced his body, nearly leaving a nightmare in his heart.
But now, Tang Wulin