It took the young cultivator a few seconds to gather his mind back. His sweat freshened under the cold freeze, and the aftertaste of the spatial step began disappearing.
"This scripture… What the hell is this strength!" he mumbled while inhaling a long breath of fresh air.
He felt his mind clear up, and before long recovered from having moved through space. He turned around and gazed at the product of his work. The titanic humongous exoskeleton of the arachnid beast collapse on the front leg, the noise released from her thin spider leg creaking and breaking under her weight could be assimilated to thundering claps.
