Strings of sharp, concentrated, silk-like blades covered the entire sky as they enveloped Luo Yunyang.
Lu Qubing, Zhuge Yi and everyone else had ghastly expressions on their faces as they watched the spider-silk assault.
Zhuge Yi, who had always thought that his strength was relatively similar to Ye Qingtian's, even thought of replacing him.
However, Ye Qingtian's attack made him feel a profound sense of crisis. Zhuge Yi never underestimated himself, yet those omnipresent, silk-like little arms made him believe that it would be very difficult to block them.
He wouldn't even have any space to dodge.
A modified soldier was frightening beyond imagination, so if a martial grandmaster like Zhuge Yi was frightened, then what could one expect from everyone else? Suddenly, countless pairs of eyes stared at Ye Qingtian with extreme fear.
