One by one, they moved along the dusty ground and the exposed concrete walls, surging towards Fang Cheng like a tide, blocking all his routes for retreat or advance.
Looking at this dense minefield, Ghost Scythe's lips curled slightly, feeling reassured inside.
This was his most proud masterpiece.
Each clay spider was a high-explosive mine.
With hundreds of spiders spreading out, they served as an all-encompassing defensive net, capable of moving with his thoughts, transforming into missiles tracking their target.
No matter how powerful Fang Cheng's attack methods might be, what of it?
No matter how fast his speed or how strong his power, what of it?
In front of this "Spider Mine Array" that integrates attack and defense, any blind charge would merely become a suicidal fireworks display.
Ghost Scythe retreated, hanging from a crossbeam, looking down at Fang Cheng with eyes full of mockery:
