He Lingchuan immediately pointed out the direction to Zhu Erniang. The great spider swung and drifted through the mountains, its enormous body seemingly weightless, and it moved no slower than a bird in flight.

As for how spider silk was truly meant to be used, she gave He Lingchuan a vivid lesson.

In truth, however, Zhu Erniang was more than a pace slower than she had been at her peak.

On one hand, she was only borrowing the residual power left within the spider molt and had not come close to recovering her full strength.

On the other, the spirit rain summoned by State Preceptor Qing Yang greatly enhanced the Heavenly Palace guards, while slowing and hindering other monsters. Even a monster immortal like Zhu Erniang could not escape its effects.

The spirit rain falling on the ground was like birdlime. It clung firmly to her feet, greatly slowing her movement.

That was the wonder of origin energy: strengthening one’s own side while suppressing the enemy.

State Preceptor Qing Yang had judged that they would sooner or later retreat, so she had first laid down a technique to slow the enemy, buying time for her own side.

He Lingchuan could hear the great spider muttering curses under her breath, “These damn humans and their cursed origin energy.”

Juju was fond of cursing those same two things as well.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the lava pool, the...