Chapter 101 Spider-turned Elf  (2)

Yang Dashuan stood there, with goose bumps spreading all over his body with cold sweat.

Although the land bridge was broken, it still couldn't make him feel a little relieved.

The nest egg at the bottom of the statue was still squirming, becoming more and more rapid. The statue with its waist was also arching, and its bent back was slowly straightening. The ruby ​​pupils emitted a strange light under the dim firelight, as if it had a condensed gaze, which always fell on Yang Dashuan.

There is a huge cave behind the statue of the god, which leads to the depths... the bottom is impossible to see at a glance.

"Maybe it's not the Hekai Continent there anymore!" For some reason, this idea suddenly arose in Yang Dashuan's mind.

It is useless to continue to stay. The source of the Suprati River has penetrated deep into the ground, and maybe it is at the opposite statue. But now the land bridge has been completely destroyed, and it is at least impossible to get over it. He sighed in frustration and Yang Dashuan was about to go back.

This trip was not in vain. Although the reason for the intercepted water source was not found, it could at least solve the problem of water shortage in the territory. On the wall at the end of the corridor, there were night pearls the size of fists. Although it may not be worth much in the VIP store, it is better than the number. It is better than nothing... The money I received was enough to build a few wells.

Preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a terrifying scream came from the front.

Yang Dashuan looked over in confusion, and the monsters in the prison pointed at Lu Qiao in horror and kept making hysterical screams. Although Yang Dashuan didn't understand what these guys were saying, the anxious mood of people in danger was the same, which was a kind of pessimism and despair when they were on the verge of danger.

Yang Dashuan turned his head mechanically.

At some point, the empty land bridge became lively again. The entire row of spider-formed elves seemed to be waiting for the inspection of the troops at any time. They held various weapons and cast their bloodthirsty and fierce eyes unconcealed. What a cruel look that was.

The nest eggs are still squirming.

Every time he wriggled, a pair of muscle-shrunk hands would spread the slit and drill out with a bunch of mucus. Although the arms were shriveled and almost the same as those of the elderly, Yang Dashuan would not doubt the power they had. The spider-turned elves holding the iron bow in one hand easily pulled the bowstring under Yang Dashuan's gaze. This ease and comfort made Lao Yang's brow jump wildly.

The guys in the prison were still making harsh sounds.

It seemed that the iron prison could not make them feel a little safe. With the light of fire, Yang Dashuan could clearly see that these guys had a layer of dense scales on their bodies, just like the snake tribe of Bemonsnook. However, their faces were painted with red-bottomed and black-faced magic patterns. As their faces moved, the magic patterns kept twisting. The railings as thick as babies' arms were broken away under their struggle, and there was an astonishing degree of distortion.

Just a small crack is enough to make these little guys come out.

The monsters who escaped from the sky ran wildly in the opposite direction, and they didn't even want to stay here for a moment.

It was not until this time that Yang Dashuan understood why these monsters were frightened.

Next to the iron armor on both sides of the prison, a thick layer of viscous objects accumulated, almost two or three blades high. This is not a disgusting thing, but after a glance, I will never forget it in my life. Originally, Yang Dashuan thought that his methods of dealing with those slaves were already very cruel. Until he saw these things, he realized that he was just a witch.

That's a layer of skin.

Smelling skin.

All of them were taken from the bodies of the unknown creatures, completely complete. It made people feel trembling when they looked at it. There were a pile of bent corners next to the pile of skins, and these corners seemed to be taken from the heads of those guys. They were curved into a curve, like the horns of some antelope.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Dashuan hurriedly moved his steps.

After running up a steep slope, he quietly turned around.

The spider-turned elves were still parked at the break of the land bridge. The abyss about ten meters wide may be a celestial stream that is difficult to cross for them. It is also the existence of that abyss that made Yang Dashuan feel a little relieved.

For Yang Dashuan, he might not be afraid of anyone with the help of Moladin's Angry Green Jade Soul Bead and Mana in his body.

But the situation is different now. The Green Jade Soul Bead was handed over to Leren for safekeeping, and Moradin was only five obsidian bullets left in anger. No matter how strong Mana was, Yang Dashuan did not dare to let himself try it - was his skin thicker or was it more powerful to apply venom that even the dragon could not save. Even if he gave Lao Yang ten courage, he might not have done so.

This is not a timid and unwilling thing to do. It is often only fools who do it.

Suddenly, Yang Dashuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

A spider-formed elf holding a chain hammer was slowly retreating.

The companions around him also consciously made a long way to go.

Yang Dashuan never regards these monsters as ignorant beasts without enlightenment and wisdom. They are also descendants from the abyss plane. The ogre Thad has fully interpreted a truth--whenever a creature lives in this world, it will have corresponding abilities, wisdom or power.

“What does it want to do?”

Yang Dashuan looked at the spider-turned elf, and his mind was filled with this question. Although rationality kept reminding himself that there was no need to stay here, so he had to leave here as soon as possible. But Yang Dashuan couldn't help but want to see what those monsters wanted to do.

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

The spider-turned elf quickly swung the chain hammer in his hand under Yang Dashuan's confusing gaze. The hammer covered with thorns left a phantom in the air. The hammer as big as a watermelon quickly blossomed into a circular outline in front of it. The dancing wind sounded through layers of obstacles and penetrated into Yang Dashuan's ears. Yang Dashuan's heart sank suddenly. For some reason, he always felt an ominous premonition.

In Yang Dashuan's eyes, the hammer passed by like a meteor.

With inertia, he rushed through the abyss that had lost the land bridge and landed on the shore here. The hammer casted unabated and hit a protruding rock. Then he made a bend and walked around the stone pillar. The spider-formed elf on the opposite side pulled hard, and found that the hammer was already firmly in place, and immediately cheered.

Just as Yang Dashuan was thinking about why these monsters were so smart, two more iron hammers were thrown over as before and surrounded the stone pillar.

Before we knew it, a simple chain bridge had been set up in the bottomless abyss. Three or two spider-turned elves had already stepped forward and rushed towards the other side.

Yang Dashuan turned around and ran away!

The wind whizzed through his ears, facing the endless dark prison in front of him, Yang Dashuan felt panic. There were such terrible guys living in the cave in the Kemeser Mountains. At their speed, it only took half a day to reach his territory... What should I do?

It is impossible to get rid of these guys.

Yang Dashuan could see the nest egg clearly. It violated all common sense and could produce so many terrible things, but it still looked endless.

The prison is dark and long at the same time.

This crypt seems to be the old nest of spider-turned elves. They captured various creatures and put them into prisons to form a form of feeding for their own consumption.

I don’t know how long it took to run, but Yang Dashuan gradually saw the monsters that had emerged from the prison. Their short limbs were like reptiles, lying on the ground, and their speed was not slow at all. Perhaps because they were too small, they were not enough to keep such high-strength running, and they gradually fell behind Yang Dashuan.

But the prison went around layer after layer, like a maze, and there was still no way out. Yang Dashuan felt that his legs were filled with lead, and even his entire waist began to numb. However, the sound of spider-turned elves chasing behind him did not stop for a moment.

They are like a group of Garfield cats playing with rats, trying to exhaust their prey before they start to enjoy the delicious food.

When he thought of this, Yang Dashuan became more and more afraid to stop.

Moreover, Yang Dashuan ran harder and harder. He felt that he had taken out all the bridal chambers and the strength he had in his life.

The monsters who escaped from the prison were gone, although there were still many people in front of Yang Dashuan. However, the guys behind him were probably in danger. The wailing sounds from behind were stimulating his nerves one after another, just like a nightmare.

It quickly passed through the shangtian Wutong standing on the tributary of the Suprati River.

Originally, Yang Dashuan planned to climb up and take a look on the way back, but now there is no time. Although climbing onto the Big Wutong may save his life, who can guarantee whether those spider-turned elves will climb trees?

After passing through the corridor, there was no time to pry the night pearls embedded in the corridor walls.

The exit is right in front of you, accompanied by the pleasant sunshine, and the fragrant soil continues to pour in with the wind.

The spider-turned elves' pace became tighter and tighter, and the bones covered on the road were crushed fiercely by them, raising waves of choking dust.
Chapter completed!