Upon arriving here, Luo Yan slowed down and let Zhurong land on a tree bridge.
From here, they could see cracks everywhere inside Jianmu. Cracked patterns covered every surface, forming scales of various sizes.
Black gravel occasionally spilled from some of the gaps, falling deep into the hollow tree trunk below.
Under Zhurong's feet, the tree bridge revealed bronze-colored wood through the light shining into the cracks. Dark veins ran across it, resembling dried blood vessels.
Patches of dazzling colors occasionally grew from the cracks. They were crystallizations of some substance, radiating light like stars scattered throughout the tree's interior and keeping the place from being swallowed by darkness.
As Zhurong moved farther forward, grayish-white spider silk began to appear ahead.
Gradually, more and more spider silk appeared. It covered the ground and hung down from above like curtains, blocking Luo Yan's path.
Human-faced Spiders climbed easily across these curtains of silk. Judging by the look of things, their nest was above them.
At that moment, the Human-faced Spiders noticed Zhurong, this uninvited guest. The Giant Spiders hissed and screeched before rapidly crawling down from above the curtains like a surging tide.
Luo Yan did not get goosebumps, but he still frowned. After all, this scene was hardly pleasant to look at.
The Pine Pattern Heavy Sword flared with crimson Chang Li Fire. As Zhurong swung its sword, crimson flames sprayed out in a fan and landed on the curtains of silk.
Boom!
The silk curtains immediately caught fire. Crimson flames rapidly surged upward, burning through the curtains like an inverted waterfall of fire and sweeping more than a dozen Human-faced Spiders into its blaze.
The Human-faced Spiders struggled desperately in the Chang Li Fire. One after another, they fell, colliding along the way with the hard, crisscrossing tree bridges