Chapter 118: Fierce Battle Part 3

Patriarch Luo and the Crown Prince’s men felt a sudden surge of greed. It seemed these spiders were all bark and no bite!

"Look, gold!"

As the severed claw fell, countless gold coins spilled out.

"They must be spatial spirit beasts!" Patriarch Luo exclaimed. It was said that when spatial spirit beasts were injured, the treasures stored within their internal spaces would leak out.

The Crown Prince was burning with desire. If he could capture these two spiders as his own spirit beasts, how magnificent that would be!

"Qi Zifan, all of you, attack together!" At the Prince's command, the men immediately sprang into action. Patriarch Luo, not to be outdone, ordered Luo Yi and Luo Mei to assist him as they joined the fray.

The battle was fierce. The mother spider, having lost a claw, was extremely agitated, and the father spider was even more furious. Together, the pair launched their most savage assault against the eleven attackers. Anticipating the retaliation, the group did not linger and retreated quickly.

"Whoosh—"

The wind turned bone-chillingly cold, causing nearby grasses to wither and trees to snap. The men who had just rushed forward felt as if they were being shredded by the gale. Patriarch Luo realized the danger and immediately stood before the group, exerting every ounce of his strength to prevent them from being swept away.

They had only just begun, yet the group was already terrified. This was merely a single move from the spiders—just the beginning! Fearing they would lose heart and quit, Patriarch Luo encouraged them, "Everyone, bring out your strongest techniques! I refuse to believe that so many of us cannot overcome these two spiders!"

Inspired by his words, the group’s morale soared. Wind orbs, lightning orbs, and fireballs were hurled at the spiders. Because the mother spider had been wounded, the father spider was enraged. In their desperation to strike back at the eleven who had harmed them, they focused their efforts on the wind attack rather than directly engaging Patriarch Luo’s party.

However, the spiders found their targets suddenly vanishing, unable to locate them despite their best efforts. This infuriated them further.

"Puff—"
"Puff—"
"Puff—"

The spiders blew powerful gusts in every direction. As practitioners of the wind element at the ninth-tier, the gales they unleashed were ten thousand times more powerful than a tornado.

Unable to find their original enemies and seeing the attacks from Patriarch Luo’s group, the spiders redirected all their hatred toward them. The wind directed at them was a hundred times stronger than in any other direction. The unfortunate Patriarch Luo, the Crown Prince, and their men were struck by their own rebounding techniques and swept high into the air. Even the Crown Prince, who had been watching from the sidelines, could not escape the disaster, let alone the Luo Rong brothers who were resting nearby.

Amidst the swirling dust and sand, screams echoed continuously. The surroundings were obscured by a dense haze.

Situ Tengyi, hidden in a large tree, would have struggled to escape the disaster himself had he not been so powerful. He frowned; these spiders were truly formidable.

The eleven attackers had been his own clones and a disguise, intended to trick Patriarch Luo and the others into making a move. He had hoped they could trade a few blows with the spiders to reveal some weaknesses, but they proved so inept that they were beaten and bloodied before a single move was completed.

"Situ, these creatures are too powerful. Let's head back and rethink our plan," came the voice of Pang Xiaoyu through a glowing transmission talisman.

Situ Tengyi stared at the roiling dust storm ahead, his brow furrowing deeper. If they could not pass this trial, how could he help Luoluo obtain the Spirit Fruit? This was the only path forward.