Macbeth felt his scalp go numb. He did not expect that not only did he offend two malefactors, but he also had to rely on them to save his life at the critical moment.
He squatted on the ground and covered his ears with his hands. He did not dare to raise his head at all.
It was not until all the sounds had stopped that Macbeth raised his head tentatively. He found that the statues had become a pile of crushed stones and were scattered all over the ground!
Not a single one of the Human-Faced Spiders had been burnt to ashes. This made him finally feel at ease.
He struggled to stand up and began to flatter them.
"The two of you are simply too amazing. I didn't misjudge you from the start. Being your lackey is a relief. You guys will definitely be able to bring me to victory, right?"
Gray snorted coldly and patted the dust off his hands.
