A dark forest.
A crowd moving swiftly.
The sound of footsteps was constant.
Li Yan took the lead, with Zhao Ji following behind.
The other 300 Blood Race Warriors, clad in Black Armor and wielding Short Swords, moved quickly.
Suddenly, Li Yan let out a low growl.
"Careful! Halt!"
A shuffle of hurried footsteps.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
A faint Flame was already glowing in Zhao Ji's hand, ready to Attack at any moment.
"What is it, Li Yan? Did you spot the enemy?"
Zhao Ji's red eyes widened as he scanned his surroundings, but he saw no movement.
He only saw Li Yan touching his face as if something was on it.
Li Yan swiped at his face a few times and saw sticky Silk Threads clinging to his black Hand Armor.
"Spider Silk?"
Li Yan looked up at the surrounding area.
It seemed that fine, soft strands of Spider Silk were wound between every tree.
There wasn't much Spider Silk between any two trees, but every tree had some.
Zhao Ji noticed this as well.
