Within Spider Great Swamp, Lin Feiqian's group stared at the densely packed Black Spirit gods in the sky, their faces ashen. Several thousand Black Spirit deities floated above them—some breathed clouds and mist, some were insects, some wild beasts, some birds, while others were simply a mass of light, a gust of wind, or a cloud of fog—all staring down at them with hostile eyes.
Spire and Xielisi in particular had returned to their true forms, transforming their spider bodies until they spanned dozens of miles. Countless green compound eyes densely covered their enormous heads, fixing dead upon the group, while savage, venomous glints occasionally flashed through their deep-set eyes. Spiders were poisonous creatures by nature, incomparably vicious, and Spire was a Black Hole Hunting Spider—the most brutal and lethal kind among spiders—born to prey upon other powerful creatures of the starry void. The ferocity in her bones was easy to imagine.
Being pinned beneath the countless compound eyes of two such enormous venomous creatures, with their immense pressure becoming almost tangible as it crushed down upon them, cold sweat streamed down Lin Feiqian and Lord Cloud Nether's bodies, and they began to tremble faintly beyond their control.
Lin Seventy-Seven ground his teeth as he looked at the Black Spirit deities filling the sky. That burly man's casual blow had nearly shattered his body, wiping away the mighty strength he had cultivated through countless years without a trace. Even the formidable physical power in which he had taken such pride had vanished completely. He was like an old man with one foot in the grave, without a shred of strength in his body, unable even to raise a hand.
After glaring at Spire and Xielisi, Lin Seventy-Seven suddenly snapped in a shrill voice, "You pack of beasts that don't know