Duan Lian could not believe his eyes.
A bone-chilling pain spread through his entire body from his throat.
He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss of death that was as cold as ice.
He still remained in the position where he fell after tripping over the spider threads. Due to his muscles relaxing and his limbs going limp, he could not tell how much blood he lost nor how deep was the wound on his neck.
He could only see a pool of sticky blood spreading out from around his neck. Soon, it reached his mouth and nose.
His chest was damp, and the air filled with a pungent scent of blood.
'He… He's mad!' Duan Lian's mind was blank. Countless chaotic thoughts appeared in his head, and fear, puzzlement, and regret fought for supremacy in his brain. He just could not figure out what was going on. 'This lunatic! Demon! Monster! Just why?'