Gazing at the spider silks in the void, Zhong Shenxiu was momentarily stunned.
He finally understood why Gu Qingying described these fine strands as 'alive' before.
At that moment, under the enhancement of his inner strength, these spider silks were emitting a faint glow, slowly writhing like long worms, indeed as if they possessed a life of their own.
Watching them was like seeing the 'blood vessels' of the void, with something even more tumultuous seeming to surge within.
Just as Zhong Shenxiu looked up, these threads of spider silk also drifted down gently.
Everyone in the dilapidated temple dared not let the spider silk touch them, and Gu Qingying unsheathed the Lonely Goose Saber, slashing three times to the east, three times to the west, three times to the south, and three times to the north.
These twelve saber strokes naturally formed a circle of sabers, protecting himself without a single gap.
