A streak of white spider silk shot out like lightning, sticking to the outer wall of the Pagoda of Spirit Transmission. The next instant, the silk trailing from behind stretched to its absolute limit and snapped back with incredible speed, actually carrying the Eight Spider Lances flying backward to land on a crumbled wall of the Pagoda of Spirit Transmission.
"Damn it!"
Even Wang Qiu'er could not help cursing out loud. Was this bastard really a god? He wasn't giving them a single opening!
Chapter 1188