As Zhao Yi faced off against Bai Xianzhi, he glanced at the ground, the sight making his scalp tingle slightly. Countless spiders covered the ground densely, and on the mulberry trees, spiders flaunted their strength, roughly estimating to be in the thousands.
"The whole mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, so these spiders are innumerable. But you're impressive, it's not easy to mobilize so many spiders for the first time."
"Are you praising me, or do you think I'm doomed?"
"Both!"
As Bai Xianzhi talked and laughed, a strange light flashed in front of Zhao Yi. He dodged to find it was a white sword. Perhaps to divert Zhao Yi's attention, Bai Xianzhi unexpectedly introduced the weapon in his hand.
"This is called the Silver Thread Sword, forged using silkworm silk. It took three hundred years to succeed, using countless silks. This weapon can emit light to dazzle the eye or transform into a rope to bind people."
