The Man Faced Demon Spider abruptly drew its eight legs inward and spat a mass of webbing from its mouthparts, but Tang Chen dodged it easily.
Then he reached out with his right hand, precisely seized the joints of its two foremost legs, and twisted his wrist. Two sharp cracks rang out almost simultaneously.
Both legs snapped off at the roots, and dark green fluid gushed from the severed ends.
The Man Faced Demon Spider convulsed wildly in pain, its remaining six legs kicking frantically. Tang Chen did not stop. He planted his left foot on its abdomen and reached for the second pair of legs with his right hand. Two more sharp cracks followed.
With four of its eight legs broken off, the giant spider's struggles noticeably weakened.
Tang Chen withdrew his hand, stepped aside to leave an opening, and lifted his chin toward Tang San. "Do it."
Tang San stepped forward and drove his dagger precisely into the Man Faced Demon Spider's head. It struggled twice, then dissolved into motes of light.
Both he and Tang Chen froze at the sight, utterly unable to make sense of what had happened.
"Great-grandfather, look at that sheep."
They turned toward what had originally been the Man Faced Demon Spider's prey. It, too, was now dissolving just like the spider.
Tang San looked at the blood on his dagger. Together with the bloody smell in the air, it all proved that everything just now had been real.
Frowning, Tang Chen casually hammered another soul beast to death, keeping perfect control over his strength. That soul beast met the same fate, leaving nothing behind.
Refusing to believe it, he took Tang San along and killed another five or six soul beasts. Whether animal-type or plant-type soul beasts, the result was invariably the