The home they longed for day and night has now become a huge cemetery.

The two spider demon stone statues that had guarded the valley entrance for a thousand years had shattered, and the last moment of fear was still frozen in their broken compound eyes.

The dense spider webs in the valley were covered with shriveled corpses.

They were their own kind, each one of them seemed to have been drained of all moisture, leaving only shriveled shells and empty eye sockets.

"No! This is impossible!"

Mo Xuan staggered forward, her eight spider legs trembling uncontrollably.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a slight sound, which was the sound of the mummies colliding with each other.

Mo Li slumped on the ground, one of his forelimbs unconsciously grasping the corpse of a baby spider.

The small body remained in a curled-up position, as if it was just asleep.

"Ancestor, elders, everyone is...dead."

Mo Li's voice was fragmented, and she suddenly began to retch violently, but nothing came out.

Mo Xuan stumbled through the pile of corpses, recognizing familiar faces with every step.

"Why, why is this happening?"

Dark green liquid oozed from her compound eyes. It was not blood, but the last tears of the black-bellied spider clan.

Suddenly, shouts of pursuers were heard in the distance. Mo Xuan turned around abruptly and saw several sword-wielding figures appearing at the entrance of the valley.

She rushed back to her sister and used her body to block her.

"Li'er, Li'er, hurry up, we have to—"

Her voice stopped abruptly because she suddenly realized that the little body in her sister's arms was their youngest sister.

Mo Li raised his head, and all the light in his eight compound eyes went out.

She gently put down the small corpse and slowly stood up.

"Sister, we can't escape." Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "But—"

Mo Li suddenly spat out a pitch-black spider silk from his mouth. It was his life-saving spider silk, containing the last bit of his life force.

"Li'er! Don't!"

Mo Xuan wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Mo Li wrapped the spider silk around her sister's remaining arm and smiled sadly.

"Sister, you must live and avenge us."

The footsteps of the pursuers were getting closer and closer. Mo Li gave his sister a final hug, then turned and rushed in the opposite direction.

"Come on! You beasts!"

She screamed, spider webs erupting from her abdomen.

"don't want!"

Mo Xuan wanted to chase after him, but was tightly bound by Mo Li's natal spider silk and could not move at all.

Mo Li's screams echoed at the valley entrance. She dragged her broken body to stand in front of her sister. Only three of her eight spider legs were still able to stand.

Those pitch-black threads intertwined into a web in the air, trying to block the approaching pursuers.

"Li'er!"

Mo Xuan struggled desperately to get up, but was entangled by his sister's life-saving spider silk.

She watched helplessly as five sword-wielding monks cut through the spider web, their swords pointing straight at Mo Li's throat.

At this critical moment, a golden sword light fell from the sky like a divine punishment, accurately passing over the necks of the five monks.

Five heads flew up at the same time, and blood splattered on Mo Li's pale face.

She stared blankly at the headless corpses slowly falling down, revealing a young man in a brocade robe behind them.

"Sorry I'm late."