The soft flesh of the monster puppet was far more tender than its shell. How could it possibly withstand a barrage of long spikes and short stabs?

After two rapid volleys, it had at least fifty to sixty porcupine quills embedded in its body. It let out a series of guttural, bubbling cries and shrank back into its shell with a whoosh.

After all, the hard shell existed to protect the soft interior.

In other words, the harder the shell, the more fragile the flesh within.

And these porcupine quills all had barbs. There was no way it could pull them out on its own.

The porcupines of Mount Yulun, slaughtered more than half a year ago, had finally avenged themselves in spirit.

As for the venom from Zhu Erniang, it caused wounds to burn as though licked by raging flames. It was bad enough that the monster puppet was in unbearable pain. Blisters began swelling rapidly around each wound, every single one larger than a pig’s bladder.

Fifty to sixty wounds meant fifty to sixty enormous blisters.

If they were not lanced or removed in time, the spider venom would spread quickly through its body, numbing its nerves and weakening its muscles.

As the monster...