Storm of Lightning! Fire Meteor! Vines of Fates!
Fwish!
Three spells erupted from Stark's staff, surging forward with terrifying force.
Zap! Boom! Slam!
The bolts, flames, and vines all collided into the spider at once. But then the notifications appeared.
Immune! -195,750! Immune!
"Hm."
Stark narrowed his eyes. His spells had hit cleanly.
Lightning crashed against the spider's armored body, and vines slammed into its limbs.
Yet the monster barely reacted.
It was immune, not just to lightning, but to direct attacks that didn't strike the right spot.
Its exoskeleton was simply too thick.
On the other hand, his [Fire Meteor] had left a scorch mark across the creature's head.
The impact had actually harmed it.
'Then the head is the weakness… which is the case for ninety-nine percent of beings.'
Before Stark could press the advantage, the [Ground Spider] moved.
Fwish!
It launched itself into the air, its massive body blotting out the dim light.
