Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 845 - 92 Then he drew out a treasured sword

Although her voice trembled and her eight legs were still convulsing, the sound didn’t carry far, yet chaos spread through the distant spider swarm.

Wang Yunxiao stared at her in surprise, suddenly realizing that these young spider-women might have already turned the tables, exploiting and mastering the new Net Path technology.

Net Path allows for the connection of collective consciousness on a mental level.

It seems that the old spider wasn’t entirely stuck in its ways, stubbornly clinging to tradition. It still had ideas, still yearned for progress.

It’s just that its steps forward were too small, unable to keep up with the pace of the times.

Maybe playing more Starcraft would give it some inspiration.

"Change back!"

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Wang Yunxiao casually tossed aside the wrecked rifle, raised his hand, and pressed it against the spider-woman’s massive compound eye. "I told you to change back."

The spider-woman fell silent for two seconds, feeling the power in Wang Yunxiao’s fingertips. She decisively pulled back her eight hairy long legs and donned her skin once more, reverting to human form.

The young girl didn’t look bad—her smooth, delicate skin betrayed no trace of otherworldly features.

"Good girl, go play over there."

Wang Yunxiao patted her cheek and kicked her away.

What faced him now was the spider army lunging forward with restored morale, clawing and biting furiously.

Wang Yunxiao drew the Sword of Impermanence with a flick of his wrist.

Yes, this sword had always been carried on his missions, though there were rarely occasions to use it.

Most of the time, ordinary Evil Spirits could be resolved with the Liuyun Rifle—sometimes he didn’t even need a weapon.

When facing high-level enemies, however, it often wasn’t practical.

Firstly, he hadn’t learned any advanced swordsmanship capable of unleashing Han Bin-level Sword Qi.

Secondly, high-level enemies... Sorry, those sneaky bastards at the higher levels—like Kong Ting—lead with city-scale, multi-dimensional arrays, transforming into myriad forms to slaughter youth indiscriminately. You wouldn’t even locate their true form.

For Wang Yunxiao, the greatest utility of the Sword of Impermanence was for interrogation. No matter how stubborn the target was, one slash would instantly clear their mind, making them spill everything obediently.

So, despite the Special Service Bureau repeatedly hinting for him to use it—more, often—not treating it like a treasure to hoard, whether for collecting battle data or some fishing-bait ploy...

Wang Yunxiao still never encountered many situations requiring its use.

Now the moment finally came.

Bullets depleted, the rifle chamber blown—welcome to the delightful close-quarters melee phase.

"Wang-san..."

The Little Witch muttered tearfully from behind, "Why don’t you just leave me behind? Carrying me will surely hinder your combat!"

Huh?

Says who now?

"Hold onto my neck tight. Don’t let me shake you off."

Wang Yunxiao casually instructed, taking a step forward.

He didn’t retreat but advanced!

One stride into the spider army’s ranks, sword light erupted, and countless spider legs scattered through the air!

This was the special ability granted by the Government Soldier Outer Path advancement to Iron Sparrowhawk: Thousand-mile Wolf Walk! Hundred Weapons Martial Arts!

When I said I wasn’t skilled in swordsmanship, that was judging by Han Bin’s standards.

I never claimed that, with my current level, I couldn’t kill you all!

Wang Yunxiao firmly gripped the Sword of Impermanence with his right hand, while in his left he conjured another sword. Utilizing the swordsmanship recorded in the Ten Thousand Mountains and Rivers Martial Scripture, he flowed like water as he tore into the ranks of giant spiders, rampaging wildly and slaughtering unrestrained.

"Has this guy completely lost his mind?"

The trailing expedition team was shocked to see that they couldn’t keep up with the Eastern warrior’s pace up ahead.

He was like a tireless, human-shaped meat grinder, leaving carcasses strewn everywhere. The foul, acidic bile spewing from the spiders’ stomachs nearly flooded the entire tunnel.

The few surviving spider-women curled up into human forms, trembling in fear in the corners.

The unprecedented terror even overpowered the Spider God’s control over their will.

As for the Spider God lurking in the abyss below, it could only lash out in impotent fury, entirely powerless.

It dared not show itself.

To pitiful and ignorant mortals, it was the unspeakable, terrifying Ancient Gods of myth and legend.

But now it faced a race that had endured since the mythological era—a race that still thrived—and their modern, regimented elite warriors born from ancient bloodlines.

Other than sending its followers to express its anger and severe condemnation, it could do nothing else.

Rationality breeds fear, but for brainless beings, they don’t have such concerns.

Slashing his way through the spider army, moving forward until no spider dared approach within his field of vision, only then did Wang Yunxiao stop. He raised his hand to fling the blood and acid off the Sword of Impermanence.

Huff... A slight sense of fatigue.

He stabbed the Sword of Impermanence into the ground and wiped his hands clean before pulling a piece of dark chocolate out of his inner pocket, breaking it in half. One half he threw into his mouth, the other he handed to the Little Witch on his back.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t particularly like eating sweet stuff like this, but his next encounter could involve who-knows-what kind of nightmarish creature—he needed to replenish his energy to maintain strength.

Chewing on the bitter chocolate in his mouth, Wang Yunxiao raised his gaze.

The dirt and gravel from the cave ceiling were trickling down; this indicated that something above was approaching.

A familiar gaze, brimming with greedy hunger and irrational madness.

Wang Yunxiao took a deep breath, letting out strands of white, misty vapor from his mouth and nose as his muscles began to tense throughout his body.

The warm-up phase was over; now it was time to fight for real.

With an immense rumble, the rocky layer above shattered thunderously. A massive, blood-red maw filled with countless jagged teeth broke through the rocky ceiling, lunging straight toward Wang Yunxiao.

But just as Wang Yunxiao prepared to counterattack, brilliant golden streaks of light, like the sun’s rays, plummeted from directly above, piercing that blood-red maw. A spray of stinking black liquid burst out in all directions.

The sudden brilliance nearly blinded Wang Yunxiao’s dog-like eyes. He raised his hand to shield himself from the glow as he stepped back a few paces. Only then did he see that the emerging creature was a colossal white worm rivaling the size of that seven-gilled eel in Yokosuka Port.

It resembled an earthworm.

Its pale, bloated body was already scarred and battered, clearly the result of a fierce battle—one it was losing.

Desperate, it had recklessly charged forward, hoping to have a decent meal before it died.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t succeeded.

From the hole it had burrowed, a familiar figure descended slowly. A crimson tail, as radiant as morning clouds, trailed behind her feet, while a golden Demon Core above her head shimmered and rotated.

Li Mumu’s cold gaze swept over Wang Yunxiao, the Little Witch on his back, and the dark chocolate smudges on their mouths.

Wang Yunxiao, did you seriously manage to get all chummy with seven random spider-women while I stepped out to buy a bowl of snail noodles?!