The crimson spider's eight legs were clamped firmly onto the Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator's head. When the light from Ma Kun's Eight Trigrams Ancient Bronze Treasure Mirror hit it, the spider showed signs of agitation. Then, its eight legs suddenly tightened their grip, contorting the Loose Cultivator's face in agony.
"Agh, it hurts! What did you do to me?"
The Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator shouted as he summoned his personal Magical Artifact, looking as if he intended to fight his way out.
However, with a dozen or so Foundation Establishment Cultivators present, it would have been a joke if he'd managed to escape. The moment he produced his Magical Artifact, the others swarmed and subdued him.
Once the Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator's Magical Power was sealed and his Magical Artifact confiscated, Fang Qingyuan saw that the danger had passed. He stepped down from the head seat, came to Ma Kun's side, and asked with a grave expression:
