As soon as these words were uttered, the Ghost Spider, who had been sitting motionlessly in the old temple, suddenly stood up, and a terrifying murderous intent surged from him.
His calm face suddenly contorted into a fierce expression, and turning his head to look at Lin Fang and the others, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you die here today, don't hate me under the Underworld."
After speaking, his imposing figure took a few steps forward, and his rough large hand slowly seized the hilt, gradually drawing the chilling Treasured Sword from the altar.
The blade slid over the stone altar, emitting a low hum, and the chilling sword light shone in the broken temple.
Everyone instantly felt that the Ghost Spider's temperament had changed, as if a peerless fierce beast had begun to awaken.
A sharp momentum burst forth from him, instantly turning into a fierce wind that assaulted the crowd.