Nan Hua looked at the talisman in his hand, furrowing his brows, not expecting such a situation to arise. Helplessly, he carefully put the talisman away, closed his eyes, and released his Divine Sense to perceive the surroundings. As his Divine Sense spread continuously, he finally located a familiar figure ten miles away. After a moment of hesitation, his figure flashed and he flew towards that figure.
On a plain ten miles away from Nan Hua, Zhuo Tingqiu was struggling to fend off the gigantic ghost-faced spider in front of him.
The ghost-faced spider was close to three meters high, with four pairs of legs that were very robust and powerful. The bristles on its legs stood upright, giving a very sharp sensation. Its abdomen had eight green single eyes, arranged in two rows, looking terrifying.
Its back had a breastplate, and the patterns on it resembled a ghost face, hence the name.
