Chapter 108: Saturation Firepower

Besides having the Flame Bear Wolf and the Flame Werewolf Leader flanking him, Lu Sheng also had Green Strong stay close by to guard him. Safety first—survival was paramount.

As they pressed onward, the Flame Bear Wolf and the Flame Werewolf Leader illuminated the path ahead with their natural fiery glow, making lighting no issue. Lu Sheng also brought along the True-Eyed Moth, which allowed them to see even further into the dark.

As they advanced, some spider webs hanging within the cave were continuously burned away by the flames. Since only a few webs were ignited, the occasional flare of fire didn’t cause significant problems.

Turning a corner, Lu Sheng was met with a vast, cavernous chamber. The cavern felt as though the entire mountain had been hollowed out, spacious enough that neither the Flame Werewolf Leader nor the Flame Bear Wolf felt cramped upon entering. In contrast, the tunnel leading in still felt confined.

At the center of this cavern hung an enormous spider web, and perched in its middle was a blue spider.

The spider was immense, noticeably larger than the Flame Bear Wolf. With its eight legs raised upright, it made the bear wolf look surprisingly small.

The Sword-Legged Spider’s body was blue, and its eight legs resembled gleaming blades—especially the two front legs, which bore tiny barbs. Being caught by them would be no trivial matter.

Yet Lu Sheng remained unperturbed. Both his blue creatures were fire-elemental beasts, naturally advantaged against spiders, who feared fire. Moreover, two against one was already favorable; if needed, he could call in the Stone-Throwing Goblins.

After all, the Stone-Throwing Goblins were partly fire-elemental themselves, with their explosive red stones and intense heat not to be underestimated.

The Sword-Legged Spider spotted Lu Sheng’s approach, its eight legs shifting as it fixed its gaze on him.

Lu Sheng contemplated briefly and then summoned all the Flame Werewolves.

At this point, a sheer numbers strategy seemed fitting.

A sly smile crossed Lu Sheng’s lips, as though a clever plan had just formed.

“Fireballs, launch!” he commanded.

Immediately, every Flame Werewolf conjured a fiery orb in their palm. After a three-second concentration, they hurled them toward the Sword-Legged Spider.

The Flame Werewolf Leader’s fireball was twice the size of the others’.

A total of thirty-one fireballs shot toward the spider, the heat so intense it seemed to raise the temperature of the entire chamber.

The Sword-Legged Spider froze, staring in disbelief at the fireballs blanketing the cavern.

A full coverage of firepower?

Not a single gap to slip through?

No matter how agile the spider was, it had no choice but to endure the assault.

Making a swift decision, it charged in one direction.

Its two sharp front legs sliced through a fireball, bursting through the fiery wall.

Smoke billowed from its body, accompanied by a painful howl—proof the spider was wounded, far from unscathed.

Seeing this, Lu Sheng snapped his fingers.

“Carpet bombing!”

The Flame Werewolves had already reformed new fireballs and launched them again.

Casting fireballs drained immense energy; a Flame Werewolf could cast only three times per battle before exhausting their reserves.

Still, Lu Sheng was confident the Sword-Legged Spider would fall before then.

This volley featured double attacks—each fireball followed immediately by another.

Though each fireball was about the size of a soccer ball in a Flame Werewolf’s hand, once thrown, their size expanded tenfold.

The fireballs hurled by the leader resembled miniature suns up close.

The Sword-Legged Spider felt a wave of helplessness wash over it—such relentless fire coverage left no room for escape.

It roared in fury, filled with frustration and helplessness.

Its formidable strength was trapped, unable to unleash.

It longed to whirl its eight legs and tear Lu Sheng to pieces.

After breaking through two fireballs at the cost of severe burns, a fresh wall of fireballs awaited the spider’s charge.

Despair overwhelmed it as it caught the scent of its own burning flesh. Resigned, it gave up.

If you’re a monster, you must face reality bravely; resistance no longer an option, one might as well accept fate.

The Sword-Legged Spider died—frustrated, defeated.

Not once did it face its enemy head-on before death.

Lu Sheng felt a rush of satisfaction. He hadn’t expected to defeat the spider so effortlessly.

He ordered the Flame Werewolves to self-replenish their energy fully.

Of course, the Flame Werewolf Leader could not afford such self-sacrifice; blue-grade creatures of his level couldn’t be revived.

Switching between his main body and clone, Lu Sheng summoned the Flame Werewolves and the Sword-Legged Spider card, while sending the corpses into the sub-dimensional space to serve as food.

Floating above the spider’s corpse were a fifth-rank source orb and a card.

Lu Sheng examined the card: it was a weapon card.

[Sword-Leg Spider Leg]

Quality: Blue

Rank: Fifth

Skills: Poison (Passive), Eight-Strike Slash

Poison: Wounds inflicted by this weapon inject venom into the target’s body, with potency varying according to the opponent’s strength.

Eight-Strike Slash: Delivers eight consecutive attacks, each faster than the last; interrupted attacks cancel the effect.

The Sword-Leg Spider’s blade resembled a spider leg—small in size, with a blue hilt adorned by a blue spider engraving.

It appeared exquisitely crafted, though its slender frame made one wonder if excessive force might snap it.

However, as a fifth-rank weapon, it was unlikely to break easily.

Lu Sheng decided to keep it with his clone for self-defense.

Next, he reviewed the Sword-Legged Spider’s information.

[Sword-Legged Spider]

Quality: Blue

Rank: Mid-Fifth

Skills: Eight-Strike, Poison (Passive), Spider Phantom (Passive)

Evolution Requirement: One material that enhances speed or contains toxins (Third-rank blue quality)

The first two skills matched those on the Sword-Leg Spider weapon.

Spider Phantom: Increases speed by 20%.

Curious about its combat strength, Lu Sheng planned an experiment.

He would pit the spider against thirty Flame Werewolves.

Of course, the Flame Werewolves were forbidden from using fireballs but otherwise had no restrictions. If Lu Sheng judged the spider had no chance, he would stop the test.

Thus, the battle resumed within the cavern.

Unable to attack from a distance, the Flame Werewolves resorted to close combat.

Yet even with their bodies wreathed in flames, they could not inflict any damage upon the Sword-Legged Spider.

The spider seemed to unleash all its suppressed anger, now finding an outlet.

Transforming into a graceful assassin, it darted fluidly among the Flame Werewolves, slashing with its two front legs and decapitating them with each strike.

Then it leapt back, escaping their encirclement.

No matter how the Flame Werewolves tried to trap it, the spider always found perfect angles to evade harm.

Dancing and hunting in tandem.

By the time only eight Flame Werewolves remained, the spider grew so confident it ceased dodging altogether.

Its front legs moved with such speed they left afterimages, growing faster and faster until the eighth strike left a ghostly blur lingering mid-air for a full second.

Licking the blood from its legs, the spider exhaled a satisfied aura, as though releasing pent-up frustration and finding solace.

Like a parched soul quenched by refreshing rain.

Alas, all the Flame Werewolves were slain, their bodies gathered by Lu Sheng and stored in the sub-dimensional space as food.

The Sword-Legged Spider’s combat prowess was formidable; without fireballs, the Flame Werewolves couldn’t even harm it.

Its strength was recorded at 7,017,000.