Chapter 268

"Could this thing be trying to wipe us all out?" Zhong Wu said, his face pale.

"Hmph!"

Xuan Le said nothing but raised his hand, sending seven or eight fireballs flying toward the dense web.

After several "thuds," the web remained untouched, not even a single scorch mark left behind.

This time, no one showed surprise—they all expected the web would be hard to break.

In an instant, the white spider's legs curled slightly, then surged forward with full force, its body hurtling straight toward Xuan Le.

Xuan Le's face darkened; he pulled out a yellow talisman and pressed it to the ground, where it silently melted into the earth.

Immediately, a massive stone spike, several feet thick, erupted from the ground ahead, piercing the spider's abdomen mid-leap and pinning it firmly against the cave ceiling, trapping it there.

"Good!"

Lu Lu Tianmeng saw this and shouted in triumph, his face lighting up with joy.

He then threw out a dark green leather pouch, its opening precisely aimed at the spider on the ceiling, faintly glowing with auroral light.

At that moment, the spider trapped at the ceiling hissed several times, its legs curling inward to grip the top of the stone spike, then pulled with all its strength.

With a loud "crash," the top of the stone spike shattered easily under its grip, sending countless fragments tumbling down.

The beast, finally free, dropped down and landed squarely atop the broken spike, its side eyes glowing green—as if enraged.

It crouched, then lunged again toward the cultivators.

But at that instant, a torrent of auroral light burst from the pouch, sweeping the spider mid-air into its depths, then snapping back like lightning—shrinking the beast down and swallowing it whole.

Han Li and the others were stunned; this spider, so formidable, had been captured so easily—it was unimaginable.

Lu Lu Tianmeng himself looked equally astonished and delighted.

His "Sun-Moon Pouch" was immensely powerful and had captured many beasts before, but capturing this spider so effortlessly still took him by surprise. Yet joy surged through him—if he could tame such a beast, his strength would skyrocket.

Thinking of this, even Lu Lu Tianmeng, usually composed, could not hide his elation. He eagerly waved his hand toward the green pouch, which slowly floated toward him under everyone's watchful eyes.

The other cultivators knew well what a live beast meant to the Spirit Beast Mountain—they could not hide their envy. But the moment this emotion flickered across their faces, the flying pouch suddenly halted mid-air, frozen in place.

Lu Lu Tianmeng's heart leapt; he frantically pushed his magic power to forcibly recall it, but the pouch trembled slightly, then remained stuck in mid-air.

The onlookers now sensed something was wrong and grew cautious.

The pouch's surface began to bulge and dent irregularly—as if the beast inside was struggling. This anomaly lasted only an instant, then the pouch suddenly swelled outward. With a thunderous boom, it split apart— the white spider had torn through the artifact with brute force, returning to its original size.

The beast, freed once more, had descended into madness; its translucent white body gradually turned crimson, radiating a terrifying blood-red glow, its fangs grinding incessantly with a chilling "crack-crack" sound.

Lu Lu Tianmeng and the others stepped back warily, intending to create distance before launching a barrage of artifacts.

But the blood spider's legs slashed left and right, darting forward like lightning between the two cultivators who had retreated farthest.

Two flashes of white light appeared; "puff-puff!"—their protective barriers shattered under a single strike from its front claws, their bodies severed cleanly at the waist, dying instantly. One of them was the ugly man, Zhong Wu—pitifully, he had thought retreating farther would make him safer!

Seeing the two cultivators' gruesome deaths and the spider's lightning-fast attack, the others panicked and scattered even farther, terrified of meeting the same fate.

But it was too late—the beast's body flickered, turning into a streak of bloodlight that shot straight toward another cultivator from the Blade Courtyard.

The cultivator's face turned deathly pale; he gritted his teeth and launched two black flying daggers, while simultaneously retreating backward at high speed.

But the spider opened its mouth and spat a stream of milky-white fluid directly onto the daggers, rendering them useless as they clattered to the ground. Then, with a sudden lunge, it opened its jaws and bit off the cultivator's head—blood spurted a foot high from the severed neck, horrifying all who watched.

The others, including Han Li, no longer hesitated—they hurled every talisman and artifact they had at once!

But the blood spider, now with a crimson body, moved like wind—within the cramped cave, the pursuing artifacts and spells could not match its speed. In mere moments, two more cultivators fell to its fangs.

Though one had barely managed to summon a colorful silk scarf as a shield, it offered only momentary resistance before shattering—and the man died instantly. The spider's claws and fangs were simply too sharp—its hardness far exceeded even top-grade artifacts.

Now only Lu Lu Tianmeng, Xuan Le, and Han Li remained in the cave—all three faces ashen with shock and fury.

Had this been an open space, these cultivators would not have died so easily—flight would have bought them precious time!

"Boom!" The spider flashed beside Lu Lu Tianmeng, its claw slicing through his protective barrier and aiming to cut him in half—when suddenly, a dark, shapeless object materialized and blocked the blow.

The object was flat and round, like a small shield—but upon closer look, its surface cracked into segments: it was a colossal tortoise shell. The claw left only a shallow scratch on it, nothing more—truly astonishing.

Seeing his attack fail, the giant spider did not hesitate—it abandoned Lu Lu Tianmeng and vanished in a streak of bloodlight, appearing beside Han Li, jaws wide to bite.

But Han Li's expression remained cold; he shifted slightly, his body blurring—then vanished from the spot, reappearing eight zhang away. The beast froze, momentarily stunned.

That brief delay allowed Xuan Le's yellow bell to finally catch up; with a flash of yellow light, it expanded and slammed down over the beast, trapping it once more. Han Li's Black Dragon Spear and a massive black peak followed closely, hovering cautiously around the bell, wary of another escape.

"Don't worry—I've infused my Veil-of-Heaven Bell with copper essence, the core material for crafting artifacts. It cannot escape!" Xuan Le relaxed and explained to Han Li and Lu Lu Tianmeng.

Hearing this, Han Li's expression eased; he retracted the Black Dragon Spear, seeming truly reassured.

Lu Lu Tianmeng walked up to the bronze bell, studied it for a moment, then frowned and shook his head uneasily.

"No, I'm still not confident. Keep the bell holding it for now—I need time to summon a talisman artifact to destroy this beast once and for all."

Xuan Le frowned slightly but said nothing, clearly leaving the decision to him.

Han Li glanced at the teleportation array and the tablet on the skeleton, thought for a moment, then walked to a vacant corner and sat cross-legged—as if leaving the rest to the other two.

Lu Lu Tianmeng now pulled out a glowing blue talisman, clasping it between his palms, slowly channeling spiritual power into it.

Clearly, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator could activate a talisman artifact far faster—within moments, he split his hands apart, and a small, exquisitely crafted blue ruler shot out, spinning above his head.

"Ready? I'm letting the beast out!" Xuan Le asked, still controlling the bell, feigning concern.

"Ready. You two can die in peace—this Great Teleportation Tablet is now mine!" Lu Lu Tianmeng's eyes widened, his face twisting into a cruel grin.

He roared, and the ruler above his head erupted in blinding light—splitting into two, then four, then eight… in an instant, hundreds of identical rulers materialized, each humming with power. Under Lu Lu Tianmeng's command, most rained down on Xuan Le, while a few shot toward the seated Han Li.

Han Li's expression flickered; he tightened his grip on whatever he held, staring intently at the incoming talisman artifact. Xuan Le's face remained calm, utterly indifferent to the imminent danger.

Seeing their expressions, Lu Lu Tianmeng's triumphant smile froze—he sensed disaster and tried to summon his tortoise shell. But behind him, the ground exploded with a sharp crack—and a streak of bloodlight flashed past his side.

Instantly, Lu Lu Tianmeng's body split in two and collapsed to the ground. The red light halted a short distance away—it was the blood spider, having escaped unnoticed.

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