Northern Frontier, Myriad Puppets Mountain Range.
In an open area on the outskirts, several hundred cultivators were battling over a thousand Netherworld Spiders. A great number of cultivator corpses lay on the ground, while there were relatively fewer Netherworld Spider carcasses. Countless fragments of Dharma Artifacts, Puppet Beast wreckage, and over a hundred pits of varying sizes were scattered across the ground.
Most of the cultivator corpses had their skulls split open, as if pierced through by sharp weapons.
The highest-cultivated among them was a burly man in red with the back of a tiger and waist of a bear. He held a crimson folding fan in his hand and gave it a light wave, sending billowing flames sweeping out. The flames enveloped two pitch-black Netherworld Spiders, and the spiders let out agonized shrieks.
A massive crimson hand over a hundred zhang wide descended from the heavens and slammed down upon the two Netherworld Spiders.
Rumble!
After a deafening boom, the two Netherworld Spiders were smashed to pieces by the crimson hand. Dark green fluid spilled across the ground, and an incomparably foul stench filled the air.
Just then, a burst of piercing whooshes rang out as a dense mass of slender golden spider silk shot toward him, striking the red-robed man's protective spiritual light. His protective spiritual light instantly shattered, and dense golden threads wrapped around his body. Crimson flames struck the golden silk, yet the threads remained completely unharmed.
An incomparably shrill screech rang out as a Netherworld Spider bearing golden patterns across its body charged over.
The red-robed man's face drained of color. Both his hands and feet were bound by the golden silk, leaving him unable to move.
Netherworld Spiders loved feeding on cultivators' brain marrow. Ordinary Netherworld Spiders would have been one thing, but this