The golden-haired spider finally understood that the enemy before it was not one it could defeat; struggling to stand up from the ground, it ran towards the depths of the forest, its weak spiritual wisdom told it the simplest of principles: if you can't win, run.
Long Yan just quietly watched the golden-haired spider's retreating figure, while beside him, Long Cai'er anxiously shook Long Yan's arm.
"Master, why did you let him go?"
Just as Long Cai'er's words fell, a dazzling light emanated from the demon spear in Long Yan's hand, a spear light almost obscuring heaven and earth shot towards the fleeing golden-haired spider.
In an instant, the spear light outpaced the golden-haired spider's speed, flying off into the distance, and the golden-haired spider, carved in mid-run by the spear light, came to an abrupt halt, disappearing in its momentum.
