Before long, perhaps half a minute later, the group saw more than a dozen slightly smaller mottled spiders burst through the white mist and charge madly toward their position.
They were incredibly fast, their eight legs moving in rapid alternation as sharp screeches spilled from their mouths. They came with murderous momentum, their eyes brimming with ferocity.
"Damn it, reinforcements for these beasts have arrived... How are there so many?" The burly man with the rough voice instantly turned grave, his brow furrowing and his tone filled with anxiety.
He had never expected this mottled spider to have so many companions.
"Captain, they outnumber us, and some of us are injured. We're no match for them at all. How about we call it here, withdraw somewhere safe first, treat our wounds, and then decide what to do next?"
One of the team members looked at the approaching mottled spiders, his face full of terror and his legs trembling slightly as he hurriedly made the suggestion.
There was also a deep wound on his arm, bleeding without stop. If it was not treated soon, he would quickly lose his ability to fight.
"That bastard got two of our companions killed. I can't accept just letting it go!
There are so many of us—how can we retreat so easily?" Another team member's eyes were full of hatred. He clenched his weapon tightly and cursed bitterly.
His face was filled with fury; clearly, he did not want to let this mottled spider off so easily.
"Retreat." As the captain, the burly Chen Ming had to consider everyone's safety.
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth hard. He had not let hatred cloud his mind, and he understood perfectly well that the situation was extremely unfavorable for them.
If they continued to