The war is about to begin.
No one knows how many Insect Clan warriors will die in this epic battle.
Snow Velvet Spider King, burdened with a heavy heart, traveled swiftly across the sea.
Suddenly, a jolt to the soul—he stopped abruptly.
He gazed intently into the distance.
Far above, high in the sky, there was a faint sensation of being watched.
He was certain he was under surveillance!
Then, that sense of being watched vanished.
Snow Velvet Spider King's thoughts moved. The seawater beneath surged and swelled, forming a water column four or five meters thick, lifting him vertically upward.
Standing four or five hundred meters high, he looked out to the horizon. The boundless sea, icy winds howling, a sky clear for thousands of miles—except for the ocean and blue sky, there was nothing to see.
—Is there an Insect Clan warrior, separated by dozens or over a hundred kilometers, watching me from high above?
—Such a powerful scouting ability!
