Charles soon saw it—the giant spider!
He had thought his estimate was already large, but in reality, the spider was much bigger than he had imagined. Moreover, it was not alone but rather an entire nest of spiders, countless big and small ones, densely packed enough to make even those without a fear of clusters feel itchy all over.
The blood flesh tendrils produced by Huting Lein Mountain were unable to imprison the enormous blood-colored spider; instead, it continually bit and tore at Timothy's flesh.
Countless spiders of varying sizes were frantically devouring Huting Lein Mountain.
Witnessing this scene, Charles hurriedly transformed his helmet again to firmly protect himself. He even somewhat regretted not investing more energy in the Blood Flame Spirit Shield; the Blood Flame Magic Spear should not have been promoted to ×18, he did not need that much offensive power.