"Watch out on the left!"
"Web Rush, dodge it!"
"It's turning around, get behind it—Watch out for the web attack, make sure you don't get caught!"
"Aim for its underbelly!"
Accompanied by a shrill scream, seven or eight long halberds simultaneously stabbed into the round and fuzzy abdomen of the Spider-Lord, and green fluid surged out like a fountain, splashing all over the members of the Silver Weslan outside. The former went into a frenzy, wildly swinging its limbs in vain until it finally collapsed heavily to the ground—its ruined body bleeding profusely, green blood trickling down like waterfalls, gradually merging to form a small pond.
