A large number of recruits, weapons in hand, surged in through the entrance, radiating killing intent as they charged toward the center of the hollow.
"Commander, there are so many of them. I'm scared..." Hanging from the web, A Zhu looked at the recruits whose eyes brimmed with killing intent and pitifully transmitted its voice to Lin Qiye.
Just then, a voice reached A Zhu's ears.
"You don't need to fight. Once I knock the recruits out, immediately bind them with Spider Silk. Remember, tie them up tightly. Don't let anything slip."
"Huh? Okay!"
A Zhu obediently settled back in the center of the web.
Amid the crowd, a figure draped in a Crimson Cloak stepped out of thin air and appeared directly behind the middle of the advancing recruits.
The positioning was exceptionally subtle. Among the recruits, those with the fiercest spirit and greatest confidence in their own strength had all rushed to the very front. Most of the recruits in the middle and rear had only joined the crusade after being inspired by their morale, and were slightly inferior in both strength and mentality.
Lin Qiye's sudden appearance startled them badly, and they immediately fell into some disarray.
At the same time, Lin Qiye's right hand, which had been resting on the hilt of Zhanbai, slowly drew the blade from its sheath.
A snowy-white crescent slash flashed out from Lin Qiye at its center, disregarding distance as it simultaneously swept over nearly every recruit around him. This sudden strike knocked out nearly seventy percent of the recruits, who collapsed to the ground like a receding tide.
Of course, with the recruits' level of perception, they could not tell that Lin Qiye had actually struck them with the flat of his blade.
Before the few remaining recruits could recover