"Whoosh." A tiny black shadow shot towards Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong was prepared and with a wave of his right hand, the Little Black Knife hit the black shadow.
"Squeak." A black spider the size of a fist was slashed in half.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
Numerous black spiders appeared from surroundings and crazily pounced towards Mo Huasong, as if they had a deep grudge against him.
"What's going on?" Mo Huasong's Little Black Knife in his hand kept waving, and those black spiders kept falling onto the ground.
Weren't they supposed to be black silkworms? How come so many black spiders appeared?
"Master, maybe that martial artist deceived you," the Sword Spirit called out worriedly.
"Hmph, just these little things cannot trouble me." Mo Huasong retracted his Little Black Knife, clapped his hands together, and then turned them over with a flick of his fingers.
"Yin Yang Destruction."
