The spider moved nimbly through the frost tornado, letting the wind carry it while its head was always turned to Wu Long.
It soon formed icicles around it which shot at him, and he moved to evade, minding the second attack that came from a different direction.
"Hah, river runs East a mile, river runs We-... damn I really have spent too much time around General Feng, I'm slipping into habits of a dark past..."
Wu Long had a shiver go through him as he was making fun of the fact that his tactic against the alchemist was around the same as this spider's against himself, and that the territorial advantage was flipped this time around.
Very distant memories of a certain period in his past life passing through his mind as he realized the phrase he was using. It was precisely because of this that his reaction to the way General Feng spoke was so strong.
"But..."
