Enduring the intense pain from his wound, Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth and stood up in the Apocalypse Rogue. Welcome to the reading.

The dagger was still held in a reverse grip, but Zhou Zheng had undergone subtle changes compared to before, becoming more confident.

"Now, let me see what effect the overlap of the rogue and warrior roles will have."

The Ghostface Spider, exhausted from its frenzy, lay dying on the decaying pine needles, curling up again and occasionally letting out a ghastly shriek. The intense pain made its body tremble, its eight legs twitching.