"Hurry! Let's go!" Zhang Mu was getting anxious and kept urging the Obsidian Worm.

"Do you realize how urgent it is now? You just said you had to wait until it was done, but now you have no temper?" The obsidian worm teased Zhang Mu jokingly while dodging the scattered spider silk. This was because not all spiders shot out spider silk at the same time. Most of the spiders had a special liking for the metal material of the oil tank, so they did not surround the obsidian worm and Zhang Mu at the first time, giving them a chance to breathe and struggle for a while in the cracks of the spider silk.

This time, the spider silk directly formed a huge hollow cocoon, which was slowly becoming fuller.

The obsidian worm has now become extremely agile, like a black lightning. After reaching full speed, it shuttles through the white spider silk, but it seems to be gaining more and more difficulty.

Every time it tried to rise, a spider silk would happen to stick to one of the wings of the obsidian worm. In order to avoid this situation, it had to adjust its direction and descend.

Seeing more and more spiders digesting the metal of the oil tank, Zhang Mu began to get anxious. If he didn't take off, he would have no chance. The obsidian worm also tried to find a way to break through, but there were too many of them. As soon as it used the wind blade to split the layers of spider silk on its head, new ones would come up and block the gap. The space for the obsidian worm and Zhang Mu to dodge was getting smaller and smaller. Anxious Zhang Mu suddenly had an idea. When he left here, he originally threw the fire source down at the edge of the pit.

But if I throw it down now, can I help him get out of this predicament?

Woolen cloth?

However, if I do this, it will still be a big question whether I can break through the fire.

Reality did not give Zhang Mu more choices, because now almost all the oil tanks had been eaten by the spiders, and when the gasoline flowed out, it was already empty.

Driven by a sense of crisis, Zhang Mu took out the fire source directly from the Epoch Merchant Ring and threw it down with force. With a swish, flames suddenly rose from the center of the fire source.

Zhang Mu immediately felt the burning heat. He felt like a roasted chicken on a grill. Every pore in his body was filled with scorching heat. It was the first time he felt the sensation of being roasted.

Because this space is too small, the heat cannot be dissipated. But Zhang Mu was pleasantly surprised to find a very important key point. These spider silks that were extremely difficult to break even with the wind blades of the obsidian insects and his own obsidian dagger were actually slowly melting. Although it was not particularly obvious, Zhang Mu could feel that the thickness of the spider cocoon was getting thinner.

I didn't expect that the silk of these mutant spiders was afraid of fire and high temperature. I really made the right bet this time. The fire attack should have a miraculous effect. But now is not the time to celebrate. If I don't leave, Zhang Mu and the obsidian worm will be buried with these mutant spiders in this big pit.

Zhang Mu was not eaten by the mutant spider, but was burnt by the fire he had set. He felt aggrieved just thinking about it.

"Xiao Hei, can you still condense the wind blade?" Zhang Mu asked the obsidian worm, waiting for its answer.

The obsidian worm said angrily, "It's still a little short. All the energy we had just now was used to wear away some spider silk that we couldn't avoid. It still can't be condensed into a complete wind blade."

Zhang Mu looked back at his feet again. His ears were filled with the painful squeaking sounds of the spiders being roasted by the fire and the crisp sounds of their bodies.

But now is not the time to think about this. If they don't move, the smell of meat will probably come from their bodies, because the flames have already burned up along the spider silk, and at an extremely fast speed, as if the spider silk has the function of helping combustion.

This time, Zhang Mu really hurt the enemy by a thousand but suffered eight hundred casualties of his own.

"Use your remaining strength to condense a wind blade. It doesn't matter if it's an incomplete one. Hurry up. If you're any slower, the fire will burn my butt." Zhang Mu estimated the time it took for the flame to rise. It was only about five seconds.

The obsidian worm also realized the seriousness of the situation. It held Zhang Mu tighter with its claws. It mobilized all the wind elemental power in its body and condensed a crescent-shaped wind blade on its wings, which blasted straight towards the top of the spider silk cocoon.

Although it lacked a little strength, the spider silk had become hardened by the flames, and its original advantage of softness was destroyed. The harder it became, the more fragile it became, and was directly blasted open by the Crescent Moon Wind Blade.

When the obsidian worm saw the sunlight shining in, it rushed upwards immediately. However, the mutant spider was already unable to take care of itself and had no time to add new spider silk to the cocoon to fill the gap.

Just before the flames reached Zhang Mu's butt, the obsidian worm took him away from the huge cocoon.

The flame that followed shot up high, but because the spider silk did not continue to extend upward, it also lost the ring that continued to burn, and slowly shrank back.

(End of this chapter)