With her spatial ability to raise beast husbands, the wicked female becomes the darling of the group

Chapter 380 Born Heartless
These two experts also showed surprise when they fought with Su Muyao.

They hadn't expected this female to be so powerful.

They underestimated him, but they wouldn't forget their mission.

Therefore, they stopped hiding their strength and revealed their true power.

They were both level 16 ability users, and both were spider-beastmen.

Their auras were disguised as those of ordinary orcs, making it impossible for anyone to detect that they were spider orcs.

Su Muyao tightened her grip on the sword, her breath catching in her throat.

The oppressive aura emanating from the two spider-orcs made it impossible for Su Muyao to break through their encirclement.

"You are spider-beastmen, what exactly do you want?"

While using her wood-based abilities to manipulate the surrounding vegetation and vines into sharp spikes to attack the spider beastmen, Su Muyao also used her sword to parry their attacks.

At the same time, runes must be used to break their spider silk threads.

Very tricky.

The opponent attacked Su Muyao with black silk threads and fire pillars.

A cold glint flashed in Su Muyao's eyes, and she slashed out with her Azure Lotus Sword. The sword was wrapped in a thin layer of wood-type spiritual energy, like a light green veil. With a crisp "ding", it cut the pillar of fire in half.

Even so, her opponent's strength far surpassed hers, and the flames still reached her.

But the flames were blocked the moment they reached her.

"What's going on? Invulnerable to swords and spears."

They had several deadly moves aimed at her; even if they couldn't kill her, they could severely injure her.

Strangely, no matter what superpowers they used, they couldn't break through Su Muyao's defenses.

Su Muyao's expression also changed.

She realized that the inner garment she was wearing was actually made by Sang Yao from silk and cloth.

Sang Yao is a pure-blooded Golden Silkworm Beastman. The silk he spins is extremely precious. In addition, the clothes he personally wove for her have a protective effect, making her invulnerable to swords and spears.

That's why, even though these two spider-beastmen possess level sixteen abilities, they can't defeat her for the time being.

Even so, she suffered some injuries on her hands and cheeks.

Clothes made of silkworm silk cannot cover these areas.

Blood dripped from her sword-wielding hand.

"She was wearing a protective amulet."

"It must be a very powerful protective shield."

"It looks like the Golden Silkworm Robe!"

These two spider-beastmen were quite knowledgeable, and they gradually figured out what kind of protective artifact Su Muyao was wearing.

Upon realizing it was the Golden Silkworm Robe, their expressions changed, revealing a hint of horror.

"How did she get this?"

Their level 16 superpowers far surpassed this female's strength; killing her would be a piece of cake for them.

But if she had the Golden Silkworm Robe, it would be very difficult for them to kill her.

Unless a magical artifact breaks her Golden Silkworm Robe.

Even so, the two of them continued their attacks without stopping.

Time passed slowly, and Su Muyao finally suffered internal injuries, spitting out a mouthful of blood and slowing her movements by half a beat.

The spider-orc on the other side was about to slash at him.

Su Muyao could only use secret techniques to quickly increase her strength.

The opponent is too strong; her runes are no longer effective.

Having already gathered enough power, she used the method of forcibly increasing her strength again, absorbing the natural spiritual energy of the surrounding plants and trees.

Their strength began to rise.

Two spider-orcs attacked her frantically.

But at that moment, an even stronger aura of pressure suddenly enveloped Su Muyao.

A powerful, icy aura pressed down on her.

This caused Su Muyao to break down halfway through, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

At the same time, a faint whooshing sound seemed to sweep across the distance from the mountains and forests. It wasn't the rustling of leaves in the forest, but a powerful aura accompanied by the sharp whistling of a weapon tearing through the air, so fast that it was almost impossible to react. Su Muyao's expression changed, and her heart sank.

When she looked up, she seemed to see Wen Nanxi. The silver light seemed to be shooting from a direction not far in front of her, wrapped in powerful force, drawing a dangerous cold light under the moonlight.

Su Muyao's pupils contracted sharply. Her instinctive sense of danger made her want to dodge to the side, but the speed of the hidden weapon was far beyond her imagination. She couldn't avoid it; the hidden weapon was too fast.

Before she could react, with a "whoosh" sound, the powerful energy of the hidden weapon broke through her defenses and pierced her body.

Pain pierced through her body, and a cold sensation spread throughout her entire being. All the supernatural power within her body seemed to be locked up, and she couldn't move.

Su Muyao looked down at the dark red bloodstains that were spreading rapidly on her clothes. In the center of the bloodstains, a luminous nail was half-buried in the flesh, and the end of the nail was still trembling slightly, carrying the aftershocks of the supernatural power, constantly tearing at the surrounding meridians.

Su Muyao finally realized what this was.

"Soul-Locking Nails!"

This is a deadly move aimed at the soul.

This left her with no way to survive.

"Whoa..."

Immediately afterwards, several other Soul-Locking Nails pierced through several places on Su Muyao's body.

"puff……"

Su Muyao coughed up blood several times and collapsed.

As she fell, she was still looking into the distance.

Wen Nanxi seemed to be floating in mid-air there.

"Why... why?"

She looked at him with red eyes, her heart aching terribly, as if from the pain of the Soul-Locking Nails, or perhaps from the pain he had caused her.

She didn't understand why.

He is Wen Nanxi, her beastly husband, the person she trusts most.

He was the person who was kind to her from the very beginning after she transmigrated.

He was her first beastly husband.

She doubted no one but him.

"Why...?"

Even now, she remains determined to ask why.

She lay on the ground, her hands gripping the grass and trees tightly, struggling to look at her.

When Wen Nanxi looked down at her, his gaze was one of condescending scrutiny.

Wen Nanxi stepped forward and squatted down, saying coldly, "I am not him."

"He is just an alter ego of mine."

“You shouldn’t have seduced him into becoming your beastly husband and made him break his vows.”

“You are dead. Sever all ties with him. I will merge with this clone, and then Wen Nanxi will no longer exist in this world.”

Upon hearing these words, Su Muyao looked incredulous.

Doppelgänger?

Will orcs have clones?

This person's aura was exceptionally powerful, making it impossible to gauge the depth of their strength.

She finally understood what the Fox King had said in the world of resentment.

He said that we should look at people with our hearts and not be blinded by appearances.

Su Muyao seemed to have guessed something and asked with difficulty, "Was it you who came out of the world of resentment earlier?"

He casually admitted, "That's right, I absorbed the power of the river god."

"It was my idea to have you taken to the Hall of Law Enforcement. Otherwise, how could I lure you out and kill you here?"

"Don't worry, I chose this place especially for you. It was an ancient battlefield 100,000 years ago, the ancestral home of the Wu tribe, and also a burial ground. This place can conceal all traces, and no one will know that you died here."

“If it weren’t for the Golden Silkworm Robe protecting you, I wouldn’t have needed to take action myself.”

"You're quite capable, managing to trick the male golden silkworm into using his life to forge such a magical artifact to protect you."

When he looked at Su Muyao at this moment, it was as if he were looking at an ant, so indifferent, as if he were born heartless.