The cavalrymen’s longbows followed suit, thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack striking its body surface, seemingly piercing deep into its flesh, the arrow nocks still trembling wildly, inflicting devastating, mortal wounds. But just as everyone felt a surge of pleasant surprise, the Femon’s Son’s eight long legs suddenly snapped shut, contracting once more to the size of a car tire. The arrows that had lodged in its body were violently squeezed out by the force of the contracting muscle!

Then, this creature shot forward with an indescribable speed, hurtling through the air toward the nearest member of the cavalry tribe!

However, only the elite heavy hitters of the cavalry tribe were chosen to guard Old Mulbo. This hunter smoothly positioned his bow and arrow in a cross-brace before him, seeming to effortlessly halt the impact, and used the momentum to leap backward. This was a survival instinct honed by a thousand hunts in the forest; his response was flawless.

But this giant spider still had eight long legs! Upon colliding with the hunting bow, the two sharp, hairy forelegs that had been coiled sprang forward, aiming directly for the hunter! This thrust was like a flash of lightning, affording no opportunity for buffering!

The tips of its two forelegs were incredibly sharp and barbed. Consider the sheer struggling power of hundreds of pounds of fish in the water—this fishing spider, called the Femon’s Son, relied on these two harpoon-like forelimbs to successfully hunt and kill! Aimed now at a Na’vi whose strength and agility were far inferior, the attack was naturally effective in one strike.

Caught completely off guard, this cavalryman was instantly pierced through the chest by the razor-sharp forelimbs, spewing a gush of blood with a gasp. The Femon’s Son retracted its forelimbs, and its two long fangs by its mouth sank into the man’s body, the terrifying digestive enzymes rapidly dissolving his flesh and bone into a viscous fluid.

The Femon’s Son carried the body of the cavalry tribesman—or more accurately, it looked like a skin pouch filled with [omitted content]—bouncing and evading wildly. In the process, it frantically sucked up the dissolved mucus, and the wounds on its body surface began to heal rapidly; clearly, its vitality was returning at a terrifying pace!

But the cavalry tribesmen lived by the hunt. Old Mulbo let out a roar, and the remaining tribesmen immediately arranged themselves in a formation resembling fish scales. The Femon’s Son’s eyes flashed red, and it transformed again into that monstrous, evil tire-like form to charge. A cavalryman once again braced against it with a bow and arrow. But the Femon’s Son’s next calculated thrust missed its mark!

Two other cavalrymen swung their massive bows simultaneously, smack-smack, striking the foreleg it thrust out. While this couldn't knock the savage beast away, it successfully deflected the line of attack! Those two incredibly sharp forelimbs pierced the ground with a whoosh, leaving two deep indentations.

Seizing this moment, the group launched a furious counterattack—with a snap, they managed to break one of the spider’s long legs, and pale yellow fluid immediately began to flow out.

But just then, the spider opened its mouth and suddenly shot out a strand of crystal-clear silk, as thick as a thumb. It stuck to the body surface of the nearest cavalry tribesman and yanked him toward it, hugging him tight. Instantly, man and beast became a sphere once more, falling into the small lake with a splash. Even as the others attacked frantically, the refraction of light in the water significantly reduced the accuracy of both arrows and bullets.

Tens of seconds later, the Femon’s Son shot out of the pond, seemingly hale and hearty. Not only had the broken leg regrown, but the red eye struck by Morgansa had also returned to normal. Simultaneously, the empty shell of the Na’vi dragged underwater floated up like a discarded sack, looking particularly sinister and gruesome!

Faced with a demon whose regenerative power was so astonishing, even the cavalry tribesmen began to show fear. Only one tribesman let out a loud wail, pulled a bamboo tube from his chest, downed its contents in one go, and then charged toward the lake edge alone in utter fury, his eyes blazing with resolve!

“His brother was just eaten,” Old Mulbo said grimly.

At this moment, MD suddenly drew a long sniper rifle from behind. This weapon was silver-white, possessing a long, streamlined silhouette. Unexpectedly, its scope was massive, and the nearly one-meter-long barrel was etched with distinct patterns, giving it an indescribable sense of sanctity. He turned to Fang Senyan and asked:

“Do you have any way to hold this thing still in place for ten seconds? Remember, it must remain stationary within roughly a meter radius of where I aim after I lock on!”

Fang Senyan, currently burdened with the Golden Branch Mission, was a priority for protection and thus could not strike first. He glanced at Jiao Shi (Reef). Jiao Shi nodded and said seriously:

“I’ll try.”

At this point, the Femon’s Son, seeing a lone piece of prey appearing separated from the group, rejoiced and immediately coiled its body to charge at high speed. Spider silk was the essence condensed within its body; it would not use it unless necessary. Although this cavalryman’s eyes were burning with rage, his response appeared remarkably calm! He still extended his bow and arrow to brace for impact! However, doing so meant he could not escape being pierced through the body by the two sharp claws!

With a thud, the Na’vi was pierced clean through, but his eyes held not pain, but a malicious excitement. The Femon’s Son then continued to greedily pull the prey toward its body, its fangs glistening by its mouth, clearly preparing to inject digestive protease into the target’s body. It abruptly sprang out and plunged into the cavalryman’s body, injecting the enzyme.

But in that very instant, although the cavalryman’s expression was one of extreme agony, he suddenly drew the bone blade hanging from his chest and slashed straight toward the base of the protruding fang. Although the fangs were hard and sharp, they ultimately grew from a fleshy gum, exposing a weakness once extended. Fueled by deep-seated hatred and the last reserves of life sparked by intense pain, the Na’vi severed both three-fingered black fangs at their root with a single cut.

The Femon’s Son’s vital spot had been severely damaged, and it let out an incomparably mournful shriek of pain! But besides its fangs, it also possessed two canines specifically for tearing through thick hides and injecting venom. It endured the pain, clamped down on the dissolving Na’vi, and leaped back into the water. Morgansa and the others attacked frantically, managing only to sever two of its legs just before it submerged.

Morgansa couldn't help but sigh:

“Although this Na’vi was brave, his death was in vain. He sacrificed his life, but this Femon’s Son can absorb nourishment from his decaying flesh to heal its injuries.”

But before his words faded, he saw the Femon’s Son, which was busy sucking on its prey, suddenly begin to convulse violently all over its body. It then opened its mouth in the water and regurgitated a turbid, pale yellow fluid, which even contained streaks of red fibers. Worse still, the previous wounds on its body surface had not lessened but deepened!

It turned out that before charging out, the cavalryman had resigned himself to death and had intentionally drunk the potent venom he carried, used to coat his arrowheads. The rest was inevitable: the incomparably fierce Femon’s Son, intending a great feast, had instead gulped down a bellyful of deadly poison.

Its mournful and resentful red eyes immediately fixed on Morgansa! In its simple mind, those tall blue-skinned hunters were poisonous, but this short, dark-skinned hunter should be fine. Most importantly, Morgansa’s attacks had truly battered it!

Splashing water everywhere, the Femon’s Son suddenly rolled and charged toward Morgansa. However, with two legs broken, the giant spider's speed had slowed considerably. The dark-skinned man calmly half-knelt, narrowed his eyes, and fired a three-round burst, each bullet drilling a bloody hole into the creature’s body.

Just as the massive monster was about to collide with its target, a figure violently crashed in from the side! It was Jiao Shi, activating his “Daring” ability! He shared a life-chain with Fang Senyan, so he had no reservations. He roared to the sky, an invisible shockwave spreading out! Then, he used his alien-headed shield to physically withstand the Femon’s Son’s charge!

But the creature immediately resorted to its old trick: with a flash of cold light, its two forelegs lashed out! Jiao Shi had long prepared his countermeasure; he shifted his body to one side, and despite lacking agility, he managed to evade one of the sharp thrusts. He then threw himself forward, using the momentum of the other foreleg’s thrust to crash into it!!

The Femon’s Son suddenly felt a warmth across one of its forelegs. Its combined attack—the lunge and the stab—had been executed with great force. Now coupled with Jiao Shi’s incredibly brutal forward crash, the sharp foreclaw, with a whoosh, pierced deeply into Jiao Shi’s abdomen, even emerging through his back! Man and beast became entangled at the closest range, engaged in the most desperate combat!

Old Mulbo, standing nearby, was greatly astonished. He had not expected these outsiders to be so ferocious, daring to engage in such close-quarters combat when it was clear death was certain! The remaining cavalry tribesmen also refused to stand idle, unleashing a rain of arrows. The giant spider retracted its remaining six long legs, intending to grasp Jiao Shi and drag him, tumbling, into the water.