Chapter 1737: Rising to Fame (5)

"Zhuang Ya, watch out for the silk threads!"

Gu Qing's voice came through.

"Got it, Gu Qing!"

The flames blazing from Zhuang Ya's thirteen orifices instantly tightened as she clasped her hands together, and the fire stopped.

Zhuang Ya leapt to the flank of the formation, leading the fire mages to intercept the Frenzied Corpses pressing from behind on the side.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, the third wave of attack had already arrived.

290 Silk-Tribe women soldiers, led by Gu Qing, closely followed behind Qi Yue's female blade soldiers.

The moment the female blade soldiers' charge was halted by the Frenzied Corpses, the 290 Silk-Tribe women hammer soldiers behind them leapt into the air as the third batch.

"Spray silk, stick them down!"

"Understood!"

The Silk-Tribe women soldiers held hammers in one hand and stretched the other palm out directly toward the Frenzied Corpses.

Vast amounts of pale-red silk threads gushed forth.

Passing over the spear soldiers and blade soldiers in front, they sprayed directly at the Frenzied Corpses leaping over from the oblique front.

In an instant, from those soft white palms, it was as if a red mist had been sprayed out.

Filling the sky and covering the earth.

When Gu Qing had been alone before, she could already cover a large area.

Now with 290 women soldiers sharing the same talent, the red silk's coverage had practically blanketed half the battle formation.

Moreover, the density of the silk threads had increased more than tenfold compared to before.

The silk threads before had been like a fine drizzling rain.

Slowly covering, slowly restraining.

Unnoticed, binding the enemies tighter and tighter, sticking them more and more firmly.

But now there was no need for such delicacy.

The silk threads now were like a storm, instantly sticking down large numbers of Frenzied Corpses.

"Roooaaar!"

"Grrrrmmm!"

"Raaaawwwwr!"

The Frenzied Corpses were wildly ferocious—they were the very embodiment of brute force.

But there was another term for it: overcoming the unyielding with the yielding.

The silk threads, bonding to each other, wove themselves completely into silk nets. The Frenzied Corpses tore at them madly, but only got more and more stuck to their claws.

They tried to bite them off with their mouths, but even their mouths got stuck.

A few even had their eyeballs stuck, able only to stare in one direction.

Spider Empress silk could certainly be snapped, but its stickiness could not be broken.

Sheets of silk, like superglue, stuck their bodies down and even glued multiple Frenzied Corpses together.

The Frenzied Corpses strained against the silk threads to break free. The moment they pulled, a chunk of flesh tore off with it, and the silk clinging to that flesh then stuck to other parts of their bodies.

Truly escaping was nearly impossible.

Perhaps Spider Woman silk could manage it.

Spider Maiden silk might also have a chance.

But Spider Empress silk—impossible.