Zhao Shiqing looked at the Purple-Scaled Python lying on the ground and breathed a great sigh of relief, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.
He immediately strode forward, ready to extract the Purple-Scaled Python's Demon Core.
Just then, he abruptly turned around and saw a black shadow hurtling toward him from afar.
In an instant, it had come within sixty feet of Zhao Shiqing.
A demon beast-a second-level demon beast, an Iron Hook Spider.
The Iron Hook Spider was pitch-black and the size of a calf, its eight legs like eight sharp iron hooks.
Normally, if an Iron Hook Spider dared to appear before Zhao Shiqing, he could knock it flat with a single slap.
But now, after his bloody battle with the Purple-Scaled Python, Zhao Shiqing was not only badly wounded, but his stamina and Origin Force were also almost exhausted.
If he fought the Iron Hook Spider now, he would certainly be no match for it.
Zhao Shiqing swallowed, overwhelmed by the feeling of a tiger brought down to the plains and bullied by dogs.
His eyes darted around, searching for Chen Shi'an.
Chen Shi'an had second-grade cultivation. If he were here, he might not necessarily be able to defeat the Iron Hook Spider, but he could at least buy Zhao Shiqing some time to recover.
Yet after looking all around, he could not find the slightest trace of Chen Shi'an.
"You little bastard! I risked my life for you, and you ran off!"
Zhao Shiqing could not help cursing aloud. Then he drew a deep breath, fixed the Iron Hook Spider with a cold stare, and said in a low voice:
"Beast, even a fifth-level Purple-Scaled Python fell to me. Have you come knocking because you want to die?"
The Iron Hook Spider did not move.