Tusk saw the situation and said no more.
He didn't know Ethan Smith's plan, but for some reason, seeing his extremely arrogant expression, Tusk felt inexplicably at ease.
Time passed by, and the Great War continued.
Ethan Smith just watched them coldly, without any intention of making a move.
As for Duvall Marshall and the others, they didn't worry about Ethan Smith stealing their kill either. After all, in their eyes, the strength of these people was not even worth considering.
They struggled to deal with the flying spider. With their abilities, they were unable to kill the flying spider in one strike and had to gradually wear it down.
Under their combined attacks, the flying spider's breath became unstable, showing signs of decline.
"Everyone, keep it up and try to kill this flying spider in one breath!" Duvall Marshall shouted.
Ethan Smith narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and prepared to attack at any time.