Deep within the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range, inside a gigantic valley hemmed in by mountains on three sides, Wu Chang wielded a dimly glowing red iron staff. Waves of crimson fire surged forth as he smashed it into a Netherworld Spider, causing it to explode into a rain of blood.
Li Ling'er stood nearby, her expression cold.
Whenever a Netherworld Spider spat spider silk or venom at Wu Chang, Li Ling'er controlled three Blue Flying Swords to release countless sharp blue sword qi, shattering the silk and venom.
Hundreds of thousands of Netherworld Spiders encircled the couple. Their corpses were piled like mountains, while large amounts of green fluid ran across the ground, an utterly disgusting sight. More than a dozen cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, each with a bloody hole in either their head or chest.
Four Fourth Order Netherworld Spiders crouched atop three High Peaks, their eyes gleaming with cold light. One of them had golden patterns on its back, and its claws were golden as well.
"Madam, this can't go on. Let me cover your escape! That Mutated Netherworld Spider is no fool—it knows to use the low-order Netherworld Spiders to wear down our magic power. Daoist Sun has already perished. If this continues, we'll both be left here."
Wu Chang said with a frown. The Netherworld Spiders had suddenly gone berserk, and great numbers of them had poured out of the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range, slaughtering a large batch of cultivators. The human race had immediately organized forces to exterminate the insects, defeating the Netherworld Spiders so thoroughly that they fled back into the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range. The humans had pursued relentlessly, only to be surrounded by vast numbers of Netherworld Spiders.
Ordinary Netherworld Spiders were one thing, but the mutated ones were exceptionally