Chapter 31

Baying saw no hope of escape and became desperate, swinging his claws to clash with the legs of the human-faced ghost spider.

The human-faced ghost spider was clearly more powerful than the unicorn wolf spider. Each time their legs collided, it produced a sound like metal clashing, and the attack speed increased.

Baying's arms swung continuously, but he was ultimately no match for the human-faced ghost spider. In a short while, his arms and body were slashed with seven or eight bloody wounds.

The intense pain and the flow of blood stirred his ferocity. Baying swatted away a leg with one hand, enduring the other leg piercing his right shoulder, and charged under the human-faced ghost spider's abdomen.

With a swing of his long claws, he tore three deep gashes in the spider's abdomen.

The human-faced ghost spider, in pain, swung the leg that had pierced its chest, throwing Baying far away.

Baying rolled on the ground, colliding with a rock before stopping.

Before he could get up, a series of "puff" sounds came from the air, and one white web after another shot out from the spider's abdomen, enveloping him.

"Hisss"

A series of sounds came, and white smoke rose from Baying's body. The contact points between his fur and the web were corroded, leaving shocking bloody marks.

Especially where he had wounds, the blood seemed to burn when corroded by the web.

The intense burning pain made Baying roll on the ground, howling in agony, frantically tearing at the web on his body, but unable to free himself.

At this moment, the human-faced ghost spider had already caught up.

Yuan Ming, seeing this, knew the battle was over, and Baying had no chance of winning.

The human-faced ghost spider lifted a leg high and stabbed down, and Baying's howls abruptly stopped.

Just as Yuan Ming thought everything was over, the leg that the spider had stabbed down suddenly stiffened and lifted.

Yuan Ming focused his gaze and saw that Baying's hand was gripping the leg, slowly lifting it up.

It seemed to him that Baying's arm had grown thicker.

Then, there was a "boom" sound.

The human-faced ghost spider's body was suddenly flipped over by that arm, landing on its back with all eight legs up.

Baying's body rose again, and Yuan Ming noticed that he was indeed thicker, with exaggerated muscle lines all over his body.

It looked as if large chunks of muscle were piled together, strange and awkward.

Before the human-faced ghost spider could get up, Baying rushed forward, pounced on it, and rode on its belly, swinging his thick arms to strike the spider's body.

"Shh, shh, shh"

Even from a distance, Yuan Ming could hear the sound of flesh being pierced.

The human-faced ghost spider let out its first howl, a sound like a baby crying, high-pitched and eerie.

But at this moment, Baying seemed to be in a frenzy, his arms never stopping, mechanically stabbing the spider, causing its abdomen to bleed and become a mess.

The spider's eight legs retracted, the front two stabbing Baying's chest, the middle two stabbing his neck from the left and right, and the remaining four stabbing his back.

This was clearly the spider's fatal blow.

But Baying was faster, having already pierced through the spider's chest and abdomen. His right arm, charged with strength, stabbed straight into the spider's head.

Just as it was about to hit, a sound of something breaking the air came.

A "shh" sound.

A bronze longsword shot out, piercing Baying's right arm, causing his fatal blow to miss.

The human-faced ghost spider did not miss the opportunity, and all eight legs pierced into Baying's body, blood splattering.

Baying let out a muffled groan, spitting blood, and turned his head toward the valley entrance.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the blood-covered eyes saw a white ape standing there, still in the throwing position.

His lips moved, trying to curse but unable to, and he died.

Under his body, the human-faced ghost spider was also severely injured, struggling to get up but failing, even unable to pull its legs out of Baying's body.

Yuan Ming, seeing this, immediately moved on all fours, quickly approaching in the white ape's posture.

When he got close, he did not immediately check, but first picked up the bronze longsword, then circled around the human-faced ghost spider.

Seeing that it was indeed no longer capable of resistance, he stepped forward and cut off its head with one stroke.

The headless human-faced ghost spider's eight legs, like losing their strength, collapsed.

At the same time, Baying's body, having lost its life, began to rapidly shrink, returning to human form, with the fur and animal skin hanging loosely on his body.

Yuan Ming took a deep breath, dispelled the fur-wearing technique, and took out a blood storage bag to collect the spider's blood.

After collecting it, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the human face on the spider's forehead was also shrinking, like a human skin mask, falling off and sliding to the ground.

Yuan Ming, feeling curious, picked it up, rubbed and pulled it, finding it very tough and unusual, and put it away.

Then, he turned to the spider's belly and saw the shocking wound, thinking how terrifying Baying was, and if he had to fight to the death, these techniques used on him would not be easy to bear.

His gaze then fell on the spider's two front legs, noticing that the flesh had withered, and the bones inside glowed with a faint metallic luster, seemingly not ordinary.

Yuan Ming immediately acted, pulling Baying's body off the spider's legs and placing it aside, then using the bronze longsword to cut the joints of the spider's legs and remove them from the body.

"This thing Zhao Tong will definitely be interested in," Yuan Ming said with a smile.

He then walked to Baying's side, took the blood storage bag from his body, and poured the stored blood into his own bag, searching for other items on his body.

When Yuan Ming tried to take off Baying's fur and animal skin, he was surprised to find that the skin was already stuck to Baying's head, and tearing it off would pull off a large piece of flesh, so he had to give up.

Moreover, Baying's originally robust body had become extremely emaciated, as if the flesh had melted, which was very strange.

Finally, besides the blood storage bag, he only found a small black pottery bottle about an inch high on Baying's body.

When he opened it, a spicy smell immediately came out, and there were two red pills the size of mung beans inside, but he did not know what they were.

After collecting everything, Yuan Ming sat beside the two bodies and rested for a long time, waiting for his magic power and strength to recover before getting up again.

Looking at Baying's body on the ground, Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then picked it up, carried it on his shoulder, and walked back into the valley.

When he was near the sulfur lake, he stopped and looked inside for a long time, but did not see the unicorn wolf spider, guessing it had fled back to its nest due to its injuries.

Then, Yuan Ming carried Baying's body to the sulfur lake and threw it in.

At the previous battle site, he only found one relatively intact beast slave's body and another that had been almost completely eaten, and he threw them into the lake, enduring the discomfort.

He could not find the last body, which was probably dragged back to the cave by the unicorn wolf spider, so he had to give up.

Fortunately, the blood storage bags of these three bodies were still there, and Yuan Ming collected the blood, adding up to about thirteen portions.

After tidying up, Yuan Ming left the valley with the bronze longsword and the spider's legs.

...

The next day, in Toad Valley.

Zhao Tong looked at the spider's legs that Yuan Ming brought back, somewhat dazed.

"From the appearance, this human-faced ghost spider should be beyond the third level of Qi cultivation. Did you really kill it?" He looked at Yuan Ming, who only had some minor scratches, and could not help but ask.

"What, if I didn't kill it, you won't take it?" Yuan Ming countered.

"Take it, of course, I'll take it. These spider legs are in high demand, and the Fire Refining Hall people love them very much." Zhao Tong's face was full of smiles as he quickly grabbed the items.

"Fire Refining Hall?" Yuan Ming asked in confusion.

Zhao Tong, who should not have talked about internal sect matters, but was too happy today, explained:

"The sect's hall responsible for refining magical weapons. You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"What are magical weapons?" Yuan Ming asked further.

"Powerful weapons," Zhao Tong said, not wanting to say more.

After hearing this, Yuan Ming thought for a moment, then took a long cylindrical animal skin package from his waist and placed it on the table.

"What is this?" Zhao Tong asked, puzzled.

Yuan Ming slowly untied the animal skin package, revealing the bronze longsword inside, and said, "Help me take a look at this."

Zhao Tong glanced at the old bronze longsword, first with a look of disdain, then with a hint of surprise.

"This seems to be a semi-magical weapon. Where did you get it?" He picked up the sword and examined it carefully, asking with some confusion.

"I found it on the way while looking for the fierce beast," Yuan Ming casually replied.

"Are you selling it? It's a bit old, but the materials used in its forging are quite solid. Although it's just a semi-magical weapon, it's still worth some money," Zhao Tong evaluated.

"What is a magical weapon, and why is this sword a semi-magical weapon?" Yuan Ming changed the subject and asked.

"Why are you asking so many questions today?" Zhao Tong pouted, dissatisfied.

Yuan Ming, hearing this, remained calm, reached out to take the sword, and said, "If you don't know, I'll ask someone else."

"Who said I don't know?" Zhao Tong glared.

"Then tell me," Yuan Ming smiled and said.