It Just Ran Away?

Golden Lion Ridge, northern road.

Millstone-sized Adamantine Dragon Spiders flooded the area in wave after wave.

"We can't beat them! How are we supposed to fight this?"

A player sent an Adamantine Dragon Spider flying with his blade. It felt like striking sheet metal.

The ordinary Adamantine Dragon Spiders' carapaces were not especially thick, but they still lived up to their name.

That slash had only cut its surface. To kill one face-to-face, he would have to risk his life.

The players from the various regions on the northern road had given up hoping for treasure chest rewards.

They just wanted to survive this wave of beasts.

"I never should've accepted this mission! What was wrong with staying in the Divine Guard Bureau Dungeon until time ran out?"

A player stumbled backward, his face twisted with anger and despair.

Several holes had been punched in his body by the spiders' eight razor-sharp legs.

"At least these things aren't venomous. We got lucky—the beasts on the southern and eastern roads are all poisonous or diseased!"

Quite a few players said this with bitter relief.

The Adamantine Dragon Spiders looked terrifying and were hard to handle, but they were still within the players' limits.

Poison Dart Frogs or Plague Rats would have been another matter. One hit from those creatures could be disastrous, and antidote pills were expensive. Most players did not carry any.

"Li Jun, did you message Yang Rank-One or not? When's he coming to help? The Fourth Grade defending the northern road is getting beaten to death!"

A player shouted.

Dozens of meters away, Li Jun wielded twin blades with the fierce power of an Eighth Grade cultivator.

Every slash killed an Adamantine Dragon Spider.

Against an Eighth Grade martial artist, the ordinary spiders' defenses might as well not