In that instant, everyone's minds went blank. Even though the strike should have hit Xiao Wu's right chest, just how lethal was the Human-Faced Demon Spider's venom? Her body must have been pierced clean through. With a wound like that combined with the Human-Faced Demon Spider's devastating poison, there was simply no way Xiao Wu could survive.
Everything had happened too fast—almost impossible to track with the naked eye. Xiao Wu's body was hurled away by the spider lance, flying nearly twenty meters through the air. But her hand still clutched that Fragrant Qiluo Celestial Herb in a death grip, refusing to let go no matter what.
Seeing Xiao Wu sent flying, the Human-Faced Demon Spider seemed to pause for a moment. Its goal of attacking Xiao Wu had been achieved, yet it had failed to obtain the Fragrant Qiluo Celestial Herb.
"Die!" Fatty was the first to erupt, closest to the creature. His Phoenix Wing Soaring had finally finished coalescing, and trailing scorching flames, he slammed full-force into the Human-Faced Demon Spider from the side.
At the same time, Liu Erlong, who had caught the Great Master, charged forward with bloodshot eyes. Xiao Wu had knocked the Great Master out of harm's way at the last possible heartbeat. That alone was enough to fill Liu Erlong with overwhelming gratitude. Seeing Xiao Wu struck down with no chance of survival, the violence within Liu Erlong's heart surged to its absolute peak.
With a roar so fierce it bordered on madness, the firelight erupting from her entire body condensed into a tremendous fire dragon. It chased down the Human-Faced Demon Spider—which had been knocked back several meters by the Phoenix Wing Soaring—and instantly devoured it whole.
The six-thousand-year-cultivation Human-Faced Demon Spider thrashed within that terrifying dragon-shaped flame, yet found it utterly impossible to escape the powerful suction within the fire.
Flames were naturally the bane of venomous creatures. Whether it was Fatty's phoenix fire or Liu Erlong's dragon blaze, both represented the most formidable tier of flame. Fatty's fire possessed stronger adhesion and was more sinister in nature, while Liu Erlong's dragon blaze had a single defining trait—sheer explosive force. Under the combined assault of both flames, even the Human-Faced Demon Spider's hardened carapace softened in an instant, its entire body trembling violently.
The third to arrive was not the flying Flandre, but Tang San, descending from the sky. Seeing Xiao Wu in danger, Tang San had already leaped from Flandre's back mid-shout. The Blue Silver Grass barely managed to condense into a wing-like shape in midair, carrying his body in a gliding arc toward them.
Unfortunately, everything had happened far too quickly. Despite pushing himself to his absolute limit, Tang San still couldn't reach them before the Human-Faced Demon Spider's lance found Xiao Wu.
Watching Xiao Wu being hurled away, Tang San's heart felt as though it had been flash-frozen by ten-thousand-year-old glacial ice. His heart seemed to stop beating. He couldn't even breathe. Staring down at the flames below, his gaze was completely vacant, yet like a moth drawn to a flame, he continued to fall.
"Get out of the way! Are you trying to die?!" Liu Erlong was horrified. She knew better than anyone how devastating her dragon blaze was. Tang San had the Blue Silver Grass wings at his back for gliding, yet here he was, plummeting straight down. Everyone understood how important Tang San was to the Great Master, and Liu Erlong certainly didn't want him destroyed by her own fire.
But Tang San seemed unable to hear a thing, continuing his descent toward the Human-Faced Demon Spider's body. Left with no choice, Liu Erlong had to cut off her dragon blaze. But even so, the dragon-shaped flame wouldn't extinguish immediately.
The Eight Spider Lances on Tang San's back plunged straight down through the lingering dragon fire. From the Shrek Academy group's perspective, he looked as though he had landed directly on the Human-Faced Demon Spider's back.
The Eight Spider Lances were razor-sharp to begin with, and with the Human-Faced Demon Spider's carapace already significantly softened by the phoenix fire and dragon blaze, they pierced through almost instantly. The front halves sank completely inside. In that instant, white and red light surged from Tang San's body, and an eerie scene unfolded—even Liu Erlong's formidable dragon blaze couldn't approach within a foot of his body.
The moment the Eight Spider Lances pierced into the Human-Faced Demon Spider's body, the creature shuddered violently, its entire form seeming to freeze solid.
Then, instead of struggling, it began trembling rapidly. The Eight Spider Lances embedded in its body turned a ghastly white in an instant, as though waves of luminescence were being drawn from the Human-Faced Demon Spider through the lances and into Tang San.
No one understood what was happening. Since Tang San was crouching downward, no one could make out the expression on his face. But with Xiao Wu's life hanging in the balance, everyone could understand the agony tearing through his heart. Liu Erlong was about to rush forward and pull Tang San away when the Great Master, having caught up, stopped her.
"He'll be fine. Save Xiao Wu first." The Great Master knew something about the Eight Spider Lances' absorption ability. Besides, the Human-Faced Demon Spider had already lost half its life from Liu Erlong's dragon blaze. With the Eight Spider Lances now lodged in its vitals, this six-thousand-year-cultivation creature had no power left to resist.
Oscar had already reached Xiao Wu's side. During his sprint, he had summoned a small sausage and a recovery sausage. Xiao Wu hadn't moved since hitting the ground. He rushed over and carefully tried to help her up.
Great mouthfuls of blood flowed from Xiao Wu's mouth, but what surprised Oscar was that there were no bloodstains on her chest at all.
"Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu, how are you?" Oscar gently shook her body, but there was no way to get her to eat his recovery sausage.