One second, two seconds. Nothing happened. On the third second, the entire ceiling of the tunnel abruptly opened. Innumerable black spiders, each the size of a fingernail, surged out. Accompanied by a rustling sound, they pounced towards Yu Qingqiu.
While Xing Qianhu was immersed in an intense and thrilling adventure underground, those on the surface were not idle.
COUGH, COUGH, COUGH—
Li Yushan coughed up blood as he slowly stood up from the ground, his bloodshot eyes scanning left and right.
The once resplendent Wangfu Banquet Hall had been reduced to ruins. Delicate silk curtains, now on the ground, caught fire from the candles, burning swiftly and sending up brief, dim sparks.
The troopers of Xijishi Factory and Wude Guard lay scattered across the courtyard floor, bleeding and groaning in pain, but miraculously, not a single one had died.
"Damn it! Everyone, get up! Take off your armor!"
