The storage area stretched deep into the darkness, steeped in the mingled scents of aged grain and dust.
Qingluo sprang through the shadows atop the shelves, suppressing the waves of tightness in her chest. Taking Gu Yuanchao's Giant Bullhorn head-on had left her with serious internal injuries from the concussive force, while the crack Chen Mu's sword light had scored across her left shoulder carapace throbbed faintly.
Almost there, almost there... That thought kept her going.
The storage area extended over two hundred meters. Together with the roofed cooking area connected to its front, the entire cooks' compound stretched more than three hundred meters deep.
Once she cleared the last stretch of this storage area, the towering rear wall would be less than fifty meters away!
She believed that the extraordinary climbing and leaping abilities granted by her Eight Leg Spikes would let her scale that wall more easily than the pursuers behind her. As for the wall guards? The Mountain Fort's rear defenses were relatively lax to begin with, and the Chen Clan was short-handed. She still had a chance.
She shot out another strand of spider silk, fastening it to a thick wooden support pillar ahead. Twisting her slender waist, she swung toward the storage area's wooden rear door like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Bang!
With a muffled crash, the wooden door tore inward under the violent pull of several tough strands of spider silk!
Wood chips flew, revealing a relatively open space beyond the door.
Hope lay within reach!
Light shone ahead!
Yet barely a dozen steps after rushing through the wooden doorway, she stopped dead.
The open ground leading toward the wall was indeed there, just as she had expected, but the sight at its center froze her steps like an invisible wall of