As soon as she saw the white silk flying towards her, Beiming Xue was terrified, her face losing color. She stood there motionless, watching helplessly as the white silk came closer and closer, about to reach her.
Just as the white silk was about to fly in front of Beiming Xue, a person suddenly descended from the sky, shielding her. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Seeing this figure, Beiming Xue immediately recognized that in this crucial moment, it was Wang Yan who was protecting her.
Beiming Xue felt a wave of warmth in her heart. Despite just escaping danger, she urgently reminded, "Be careful, Brother Wang Yan."
Wang Yan stood in front of Beiming Xue, unable to dodge at this moment. Seeing the white silk rushing towards him, Wang Yan could only raise his hand to grab the white silk.
To his surprise, with just a grab, Wang Yan easily caught the white silk in his hand.
However, as soon as he grabbed it, Wang Yan felt the white silk was sticky, instantly adhering to his hand.
"Get back!" Wang Yan shouted to Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, then shook his hand, trying to fling the white silk away.
But no matter how he shook it, the white silk remained stubbornly stuck to Wang Yan's hand, impossible to shake off.
Seeing this, Xiahou Que laughed heartily, saying, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, this is a hundred-year-old spider silk, how could you possibly shake it off?"
Wang Yan snorted coldly and said, "Why would I want to shake it off?"
Immediately afterward, Wang Yan soared into the sky, and as his body ascended, he swung his hand, lifting the white silk attached to it.
The white silk had been spat out from Xiahou Que's throat, and as Wang Yan swung it, it immediately pulled Xiahou Que up into the sky.
Xiahou Que, like a kite, was yanked into the sky by Wang Yan.
Wang Yan then landed back on the ground, forcefully pulling the white silk downward, causing Xiahou Que to crash from mid-air with a "thud," stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Bastard—" Xiahou Que barely cursed twice when he saw Wang Yan leap into the air again, pulling Xiahou Que back into the sky.
So, Xiahou Que was relentlessly slammed up and down, creating a dust cloud with each impact on the ground.
Initially, Xiahou Que struggled a bit, but later, Wang Yan stopped flying and stood on the ground, continually swinging his large arm.
Every swing of Wang Yan's arm sent Xiahou Que crashing down from the sky to the ground, only to be lifted back up again.
In just a few minutes, Xiahou Que was repeatedly slammed dozens of times, making the ground thud constantly, dust rising incessantly.
Wang Yan laughed heartily, "Hahaha, it's fun, really fun. Xiahou Que, your Demon Soul is just a toy, after all."
Xiahou Que, initially dizzy from the tossing, almost fainted from anger at Wang Yan's mockery.
Just as Wang Yan was about to fling him into the sky again, Xiahou Que gritted his teeth and bit through the white silk in his mouth.
As Wang Yan flung it, he suddenly felt his hand lighten and saw that Xiahou Que had vanished, leaving only a segment of white silk in his hand.
But this segment of white silk remained firmly adhered to his palm, impossible to remove.
Though Wang Yan's face was calm, his mind was heavy with thoughts: This white silk is indeed terrifying; once stuck, it's hard to remove. This is just one strand. If Xiahou Que spits out several more, I might not be able to resist, and the only outcome would be being bound. That would be too humiliating.
No, I must think of a solution.
At this moment, Xiahou Que, having bitten through the white silk, due to inertia, flew towards the nearby teaching building, crashing through a glass window into a classroom.
Seeing this classroom, Wang Yan's eyes lit up, and he immediately got an idea.
Because the classroom was the chemistry lab.
Wang Yan charged forward, also rushing into the chemistry lab that Xiahou Que had crashed into.
Before Wang Yan could reach the chemistry lab, he heard Xiahou Que roar angrily, "Wang Yan, I'm going to kill you."
Along with the roar, a multitude of white silk flew out from the broken window, attacking Wang Yan.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yan thought to himself: "This guy reacts fast, finally deciding to use numerous white silks to entangle me. But now I have a plan, so his method won't work."
With this thought, Wang Yan yelled, and above his head appeared a phantom of a Gray Wolf, and beside this Gray Wolf was a dazzling orange Soul Star slowly rotating.
After the Demon Pattern emerged, Wang Yan's eyes focused, radiating a sharp light like a giant wolf, emitting a chilling glint as cold as frost. His ears perked like those of a giant wolf, hearing in all directions, with two slightly sharp teeth gleaming on either side of his mouth, resembling a giant wolf's fangs.
From head to toe, Wang Yan exuded an icy and ferocious wolf-like aura.
Through his sharp eyes, the countless strands of white silk in front of him instantly enlarged and slowed down in his vision, allowing Wang Yan to clearly see each one.
"There are a total of three hundred seventy-six strands of white silk. It would take 0.5 seconds to surround me. The distances between these strands are very short, so I can't escape, but the distance between the two strands in the southwest corner is wider, allowing me to slip through."
These thoughts flashed through Wang Yan's mind like lightning, then his body flickered, instantly dashing towards the southwest corner. Just as the three hundred plus strands were about to close in, Wang Yan slipped between two of the strands.
The three hundred-plus strands of white silk missed their target in an instant.
Wang Yan passed through the white silk and flew into the shattered window, entering the room.
The lab was filled with glassware and numerous chemical reagents, but many had already fallen to the ground, shards of glass scattered everywhere.
Xiahou Que stood in the center of the room, his mouth agape, spewing out hundreds of strands of white silk.
Seeing Wang Yan dodge the white silk and rush in, Xiahou Que was evidently surprised. He never imagined Wang Yan could pass through such dense white silk.
While Xiahou Que hesitated, Wang Yan had already charged up to him, swinging his right leg high in a kick, hitting the back of Xiahou Que's head. Xiahou Que was immediately sent flying, crashing through the broken window once more.
Xiahou Que felt the world darken before his eyes, then his vision was filled with dancing stars.
However, his mind remained clear. He knew Wang Yan would surely follow up with another attack, so he hurriedly curled up, murmuring to himself, "Demon Pattern possesses."
With Xiahou Que's utterance, the Demon Pattern above his head was absorbed into his body, transforming Xiahou Que into a massive, terrifying black spider, landing on the ground.
Unaware, Xiahou Que didn't know that while undergoing his transformation, Wang Yan had circled around the chemistry lab, picking up a few items in his hands.