Shi Xiong's eyes were wide open, fixed on the white-robed scholar trapped in the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, with the Poisoned Horned Cone in his hand moving with precision, each swing bringing forth a piercingly cold gleam.
The cold gleam cut through the air in deadly arcs, resembling shooting stars flickering in the dark night, yet carrying a fatal aura.
These gleams placed the white-robed scholar in a dilemma within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net.
He had to vigorously swing the treasure sword in his hand to cut through the incredibly tough Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, trying to escape this prison-like confinement; all while staying alert for the sudden strikes of the Poisoned Horned Cone, which, with a whistling sound, seemed like a relentless harbinger of death attacking from cunning angles.
The white-robed scholar, at this moment, resembled an ant on a hot stove, flustered and disoriented.
