All cobwebs were slashed into ashes by the Sword Qi.
The Soul Mourners were also struck by the sword shadows, torn apart like thousands of cuts, their flesh scattered everywhere.
In the instant the sword shadow vanished—
A white shadow burst from the mist, pouncing on the back of the Demon Spider.
It was the White Tiger!
"You are my Chang, from now on, serve me!"
The White Tiger roared softly.
A substantial white radiance emitted from its body, illuminating the entirety of the Demon Spider's body.
—This time, it exerted all its force to employ the Chang Ghost Skill!
The light shone on the Demon Spider, sending a shiver through its body.
Its flesh began to regenerate.
Once it fully recovered, its body had essentially been reconstructed by the White Tiger's skill.
It would become a Chang Ghost of the White Tiger!
In an instant.
The voice of the Death God suddenly echoed from within the Demon Spider:
"No, this body belongs to me!"
Several hundred meters away.
