As the silk threads vibrated and snapped, a figure emerged from the cave beneath the roots of the Spirit-Storage Tree.
Zhang Deming's expression shifted, and he turned to look.
The Demon Beast wasn't large—at least, not compared to its surroundings. There was a considerable difference from what Zhang Deming had expected.
But when he got a clear look at the Demon Beast, Zhang Deming's expression turned ugly.
It was a spider the size of a small dining table, completely snow-white. Standing only a meter tall, its body was quite petite for a Tai Chi Demon Beast.
'A Snow Poison Spider? I thought Poison Masters had hunted this damn thing to extinction!'
As a Demon Beast that could be used as a Tai Chi Stage material to perfect the Rune Cores of many Poison Masters, the Snow Poison Spider was a hot commodity in their eyes.
