After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

"That's interesting, but so what?"

She licked her lips, her eyes burning with even greater greed.

She raised her hand again, but this time, instead of a vast net, dozens of fine threads shot out simultaneously, like dozens of steel needles, aiming straight for Xu Ze's brow and throat.

Each thread's trajectory was extremely treacherous, suddenly turning in mid-air and attacking from behind.

They are as fast as lightning, yet silent, like the claws of the night itself.

Xu Ze didn't turn around; he didn't even look at the threads. He just stood there, gripping his sword.

The sword light flashed again in the next second.

It shone like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the entire threshing floor in a pure white light.

The light burst forth from the tip of the sword, spreading outwards from Xu Ze as the center, like a blooming white lotus flower.

The silk threads that were shot at him shattered inch by inch in the sword light, turning into countless tiny fragments that drifted away in the night wind.

"How is this possible..."

Tao Yaoyao took another half step back, her expression changing.

It wasn't because Xu Ze caught her killing move; she already knew that this cultivator in the Void Refinement stage was no ordinary person.

It's because he took it too easily!

It was as easy as brushing dust off a sleeve, or shooing away an annoying flying insect.

That ease wasn't feigned or forced; it was a composure that came from within.

"I refuse to believe it!"

She gritted her teeth and flicked her ten fingers rapidly.

More threads flowed from her fingertips, like a waterfall cascading down, like a torrential downpour.

The silk threads no longer wove into a net, but transformed into countless tiny blades, piercing towards Xu Ze in a devastating barrage.

At the same time, her figure began to move, so fast that only a purple afterimage remained, moving left and right, forward and backward in the night, making it impossible to catch.

Xu Ze stood still, but his sword moved.

The dark red longsword swung and swept across his hand, each strike precise and perfectly timed.

The countless threads snapped in the sword light, turning into countless fragments, like a blanket of silvery snow.

The young man strolled around leisurely, as if casually weeding in his own garden.

"Impossible, this is impossible..."

Tao Yaoyao's heart began to sink.

She had already used 70% of her strength.

But this person in front of me doesn't seem to have used even a tenth of it!

She could sense that his spiritual energy was almost completely depleted, because Xu Ze's breathing was not even disordered and his heartbeat remained steady.

He is like a deep pool of water, calm on the surface but unfathomable at the bottom.

She stopped attacking.

The fluttering silk threads slowly descended around her, like folded wings.

Tao Yaoyao stood opposite Xu Ze, her purple eyes fixed on him, the dark red longsword reflected in her pupils.

Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving, and her skirt fluttered in the night wind.

"Who exactly are you?"

Her voice was no longer sweet, but rather had a deep, hoarse quality.

"A monk from Nanzhou."

Xu Ze simply gripped his sword and looked at her.

Tao Yaoyao gritted her teeth, then suddenly smiled. The smile was cold, as cold as the winter wind.

"You think that's all?"

She raised her hands and flicked all ten fingers toward the ground at the same time.

The silk thread disappeared into the soil silently, as if it had burrowed into the water.

Xu Ze looked down.

His feet were now covered with fine silk threads.

The silk threads lay close to the ground, crisscrossing and weaving into a huge net.

With each step he takes, he steps on more silk threads.

"A trap? When..."

original.

From the very first attack, this spider demon had been setting up this scheme.

Every deadly move, every feint, every retreat was to lay more threads beneath his feet.

The threads were so fine they were almost invisible, so light they were practically weightless, yet they had now covered the entire threshing floor, trapping him in the center.

"Within the spider web..."

Tao Yaoyao's voice came from all directions. Her figure had disappeared into the night, leaving only the silk threads gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Only spiders can remain unharmed!!"

The thread tightened suddenly.

The silk threads that were laid on the ground and wrapped around the broken beams were all taut at the same time.

Like an invisible giant hand, it held the entire threshing ground in its palm.

Xu Ze felt a tightness under his feet as the silk threads wrapped around his ankles and waist.

They tightened more and more, squeezing into his clothes and skin, like countless cold snakes binding him tightly.

"This is somewhat interesting; it resembles the battle consciousness of a demon king..."

Looking at the formation in front of him, he couldn't help but nod.

At the same time, a suction force came from the silk thread.

The suction force was like countless mouths, clinging to his skin and greedily sucking up the spiritual energy within him.

The spiritual energy flowed along the silk threads, flowing from Xu Ze's body into Tao Yaoyao's body, like an invisible river surging in the night.

"call……"

Tao Yaoyao's figure reappeared in the moonlight.

Her face was full of ecstasy, her eyes were narrowed to slits, and the corners of her mouth were turned up, revealing her sharp teeth.

She took a deep breath, as if savoring something delicious.

"Such abundant spiritual energy and cultivation," her voice was soft and cloying, almost a moan, "Boy, you really are delicious~"

She opened her arms, letting the spiritual energy flow into her body.

The spiritual energy was incredibly pure, like a clear spring in the mountains, like sweet dew from the sky, and every drop made her tremble all over.

She could feel her demonic power surging and her cultivation level rising. The feeling was even more exhilarating than eating, even more... intoxicating.

"A little more," she murmured, "a little more..."

Xu Ze stood still, motionless.

He didn't struggle, didn't resist, and didn't even frown.

The threads wrapped around him, draining his spiritual power, but he remained as still as a mountain.

He simply stared at Tao Yaoyao, at her intoxicated face, at her greedily absorbing his spiritual energy.

"Among those demon kings," he suddenly spoke, asking calmly, "you should be ranked at the bottom in terms of strength, right?"

Upon hearing this question...

Tao Yaoyao's laughter stopped abruptly.

She opened her eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing in her purple pupils.

"What do you know?" her voice shrill. "Those ahead of me in line are all muscle-bound, simple-minded, stupid monsters!"

"What kind of bull demon is this? A gorilla... all it knows is brute force, all it knows is charging around recklessly!"

"Only the Empress is perfect, only the Empress is..."

After shouting angrily a few times, she suddenly stopped talking.

Because she saw that Xu Ze's lips were slightly upturned.

The smile was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

But there was something in that smile that she couldn't understand.

"I see."

Xu Ze said softly.

As expected, it has to be the Demon King.

The pig demon had no idea of ​​the Empress's existence.

This spider demon is a qualified 'intelligence source'.

"why are you laughing?"

Tao Yaoyao's heart clenched suddenly.

She suddenly realized that she had let something slip.

Is this person trying to trick her into revealing information?

He didn't ask casually; he did it on purpose.

He knew he would become complacent, and he knew he would say something inappropriate in his moment of triumph.