In the dark woods, a crowd moved swiftly, their footsteps echoing continuously. Li Yan took the lead, with Zhao Ji following closely behind. The other three hundred Blood Race Warriors, clad in Black Armor and wielding Short Swords, advanced rapidly.
Suddenly, Li Yan let out a low growl. "Careful, halt!"
A flurry of chaotic footsteps followed as everyone froze in their tracks. A faint Flame ignited in Zhao Ji's hand, ready to launch an Attack at a moment's notice.
"What is it, Li Yan? Did you spot the enemy?" Zhao Ji widened his crimson eyes, scanning his surroundings carefully, but saw no signs of movement. He only saw Li Yan touching his face, as if something was stuck to it.
Li Yan pawed blindly at his face, only to find his black Hand Armor covered in sticky Silk Threads.
"Spider Silk?" Li Yan looked up and surveyed the area.
