Ryven's expression darkened as he assessed the situation.
Samminah was quite far from them, there was no way she could assist them now.
At this point, he could only rely on himself.
Three small Blood Skull Spiders suddenly lunged at him.
Despite his blurring vision and the blood trickling from his ears, Ryven forced his body to move.
As the three abominations aligned midair, he swung his spear. A loud crunch echoed the moment it connected.
The skull of the Blood Skull Spiders was extremely hard. The recoil was unavoidable, and each strike sent a jolt of pain up Ryven's arm.
"Fred, don't let them surround us!" He said through gritted teeth.
Even as he spoke, Ryven was barely holding his ground against the swarm of smaller blood skull spiders.
Step by step, he retreated, each kill buying him only a sliver of space to move backwards.
