On the rainy night, the hole outside the city that the Golden Scorpion King had blasted open had already been repaired. The spider corpses Xielisi had left behind had also been completely collected. Though these spiders were somewhat disgusting and rather ferocious-looking, their shells were materials for the finest defensive equipment, their silk was excellent fabric for clothing, and their venom glands, compound eyes, fangs, and the like were all premium materials for potions.
Thus, Mr. Mo excitedly directed Bilibili to strip those spider corpses clean. Not even a single strand of spider silk was left behind.
Raindrops pattered sparsely against the city walls, while the Black Spirit Natives' camp outside the city once again rang with the distinctive sounds of humanity's reproductive endeavors. Lin Qi sat primly atop a battlement, gazing toward the Black Spirit people's camp and shaking his head helplessly again and again.
Over just these past few days, several more Black Spirit tribes had joined the siege of Black Pearl Harbor. The larger tribes had brought one or two thousand people; the smaller ones had only sent a few chieftains, elders, and several dozen guards. Lin Qi truly had no idea whether they had come to fight a war or to sightsee.
Or perhaps the chieftains, elders, and shamans of these native tribes simply had not seen their old friends for too long, and had taken this opportunity to come to Black Pearl Harbor for a bonfire banquet—while incidentally arranging blind dates for the young men and women of their tribes?
At the very least, over the entire day, Lin Qi had sat on the wall and watched more than a dozen chieftains bring their tribe's young men and women to pair off with youths from other tribes. And after merely catching each other's eye, before