"Just a tiny speck of a mortal, no matter how much strength that bitch bestows upon you—it will be of no avail!"
Facing the silver arrow shooting towards her, Rose let out an angry roar, spreading her eight grotesque limbs.
The billions of spiders became extensions of Rose's will, gathering like a tide, rushing forward one after another, forming a wall of densely packed spider bodies to block the path of the arrow.
However, the arrow burst forth with an incomparable silver light, instantly blasting a large hole several meters in diameter through the spider wall, reducing countless spiders to ashes, and causing the wall of spider bodies to crumble.
The silver arrow, with an unstoppable momentum, continued to whistle forward.
"Vile mortal, tremble before the might of the Divine!"
Rose's eyes turned cold as she drew a wand from the twisted void, entwined with webbing, with its tip set with a dark crystal and hundreds of poison fangs.
