The bodies of spider demon spirits left on the battlefield turned into flying ashes amidst the earth's rumbling, swept away by the fierce wind. The solemn singing became increasingly distinct.
Jiang Yuan stood atop the mountain, gazing at this majestic scene, trying hard to discern the contents of the chant, yet could only perceive the embedded pain, anger, and reluctance.
"Young man, you have taken the Five Elements Suppressing Object of Spiders Valley." The flying ashes coalesced into a huge human-shaped silhouette, level with Jiang Yuan on the mountaintop, emitting a dull voice, as if the sounds of countless men, women, old, and young fused into one speaking to him, making his heart tremble.
