The storage area was deep and long, mingled with the scent of old grain and dust.
Qingluo ricocheted through the shadows atop the shelves. She pressed down on the tightness surging through her chest; taking Gu Yuanchao's Giant Horn head-on had left her with a serious internal injury, and the crack on her left shoulder carapace where Chen Mu's sword light had grazed her was throbbing faintly too.
"Almost there, almost there..." That thought kept her going.
The storage area was more than two hundred meters long, and with the large stove-roof area connected to the front, the entire cooks' courtyard had a depth of over three hundred meters.
As long as she crossed the last stretch of this storage area, there would be less than fifty meters left to the towering rear city wall!
She believed that with the extraordinary clinging and leaping ability granted by her eight leg-spikes, scaling that wall would be easier for her than for the few behind her. As for the wall guards? The rear side of the mountain fortress was already relatively lax in defense, and the Chen Clan lacked manpower. There was still a chance.
She shot out spider silk again, sticking it to a thick load-bearing wooden pillar ahead. Her slender waist twisted, and her body swung toward the wooden back door of the storage area like an arrow loosed from the string.
Bang!
With a dull, heavy crash, the wooden door was violently torn inward under the pull of several tough strands of spider silk!
Wood splinters flew everywhere, and the slightly open scene outside came into view.
Hope was within reach!
Light shone ahead!
However, after rushing a dozen steps out of the wooden door, her footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
The open space leading to the city