Lou Yuan spat out the dirt and sand stuffing his mouth. His ashen face began to quickly flush with color. The bloody hole Venerable Li had pierced between his eyebrows had been shifted to his cheek. Although it still looked terrifying, it was no longer fatal.
Lou Yuan was no stranger to grievous injuries, and the wound he had just sustained was far from fatal for him.
At this moment, the white-haired spider that was Master of Ten Thousand Spiders finally poked its head out from Lou Yuan's body. It scuttled sideways like a crab to the top of Lou Yuan's head and sent a voice transmission:
"Those two Cultivators just now were not to be trifled with. To save our own skins, I hid myself away. You're not mad, are you?"
Lou Yuan gritted his teeth. He was completely helpless against this Master of Ten Thousand Spiders, who was even more cautious than he was.
