A Fantasy Love Story Across the Warring States Period

Chapter 91 The Locked Room Crisis and the Desperate Escape

Seeing Ling'er's feet entangled in spider silk, everyone's hearts clenched instantly. Huanmo was frantic with worry, wielding his sword to cut the spider silk rushing towards him while rushing towards Ling'er, constantly blaming himself: "It's all my fault, I didn't protect Ling'er well, I can't let her be in danger, I must rescue her!" The sword danced powerfully in his hands, overflowing with spiritual energy, each swing filled with his anxiety and determination.

The woman in black robes also fought valiantly against the attacks of the surrounding spider monsters. Her swordplay was fierce, but there were simply too many monsters, and they were extremely agile, leaving her somewhat overwhelmed. She gritted her teeth, her gaze frequently drifting towards Ling'er, thinking to herself, "This little girl can't be harmed. We've all been through so many hardships together; I have to get her out of here safely no matter what." The man in white robes, meanwhile, continuously poured spiritual energy into his jade flute, the melodies transforming into sharp spiritual blades that shot towards the horde of spider monsters. Each blade wounded and felled several monsters, but more monsters surged forward in quick succession. His brows furrowed, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, knowing that the situation was extremely critical.

The once tranquil atmosphere of the secret chamber had been shattered, filled with the roars of spider monsters, shouts from the crowd, and the clash of weapons. The eerie blue crystal light reflected off the splattered black liquid, refracting strange and mottled shadows, as if the entire space had fallen into a nightmare. The cracks in the walls continued to widen, and more spider monsters crawled out in an endless stream, densely covering the floor of the chamber and swarming towards the group, a sight that sent chills down their spines.

Huanmo finally reached Ling'er's side, swung his sword to cut the spider silk binding her feet, pulled Ling'er behind him, and asked with concern, "Ling'er, are you alright?" Ling'er's eyes were red, but she shook her head, holding back her tears, "Brother, Ling'er is alright, Ling'er is not afraid anymore." Even so, her small hands tightly gripped Huanmo's clothes, and her body was still trembling slightly.

However, before they could even catch their breath, the spider monsters launched a new attack. They swarmed in from all directions, some leaping high, trying to pounce on the group from above; others crawled quickly, attempting to stab them with their spikes. Huanmo and the others stood back to back, forming a circle, desperately trying to fend off this tidal wave of attacks.

The woman in black robes was slashed on the arm by the spikes of a spider monster, and blood instantly seeped out. She gasped in pain, but showed no sign of backing down. She swung her long sword even faster and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! Focus your strength and rush towards the door! We can't be trapped here!" Hearing this, everyone nodded and moved with difficulty toward the entrance of the secret chamber.

Every step forward came at a great cost; everyone bore wounds, more or less, but they supported each other, and no one gave up. The man in white seized the opportunity, playing a stirring melody that transformed into a powerful storm of spiritual energy, sweeping towards the spider monsters ahead and tearing a gap through the dense horde of creatures.

"Now! Charge!" Huanmo shouted, leading the group towards the opening. The spider monsters, seeing this, quickly surrounded them, but the group had no time to worry about anything else, fighting with all their might to break through. Huanmo charged at the forefront, his sword flashing powerfully, snapping spider silk and repelling monsters wherever it went. His eyes shone with unwavering determination, his mind filled with only one thought: he must lead everyone out, find the way to unlock the secrets of the Seven-Colored Box, and save the world.

With everyone working together, they finally broke out of the secret chamber and returned to the narrow passage. But the spider monsters didn't give up and continued to relentlessly pursue them. The passage was already narrow, and the group had to run fast while constantly turning around to defend themselves from the monsters' attacks, making the situation extremely dangerous.

Just as everyone was feeling overwhelmed, a strangely glowing light screen suddenly appeared in the passage ahead. The screen rippled like water, exuding a mysterious aura. Huanmo's heart skipped a beat; perhaps the exit lay behind the screen, or a place to escape the monsters. He immediately shouted, "Everyone, run towards the light screen! There might be a chance!"

Hearing this, everyone gritted their teeth and sped up, rushing towards the light screen. Just as they were about to reach it, a spider monster suddenly spat out a ball of spider silk, shooting it towards Ling'er. Huanmo reacted quickly, turning around and using his body to block the silk, but he himself was tightly bound by it and unable to move. "Go! Don't worry about me, take the scrolls and get out of here!" Huanmo shouted.

The woman in black robes and the man in white were unwilling to abandon Huanmo. They stopped and tried to turn back to rescue her, but the spider monsters had already caught up and surrounded them. Ling'er cried out in distress, "Brother, we can't leave you behind!" The situation was desperate. Everyone was surrounded by monsters, Huanmo was trapped, and the light screen was right in front of them, yet seemed impossibly far away.

Just then, the light screen suddenly emitted a strong suction force, pulling everyone inside. The woman in black robes, the man in white, and Ling'er had no time to resist and were helplessly sucked in. Huanmo watched his companions disappear into the light screen, his heart filled with anxiety, yet he couldn't break free from the spider silk's bindings. The spider monsters were slowly approaching him, their red eyes gleaming with cruelty and greed, seemingly ready to devour him at any moment. Huanmo was trapped in a helpless situation. Could he break free from the spider silk's bindings? Could he escape the monsters' clutches? What unknown fate awaited his companions sucked into the light screen? Everything remained uncertain. The gears of fate continued to turn mercilessly in this dangerous palace…