As a born predator.
The Black Spider possessed an innate sense of smell.
She could trace the signs of prey from details and detect potential dangers.
The army of undead before her gave her a sense of unease.
The thousand-strong Demon Beast army halted.
On the Black Spider's command, the Demon Beast army quickly stopped.
They assumed a state of alert.
The larger Demon Beasts stood at the forefront.
Their bodies leaned slightly forward, hind legs dug into the ground, firmly anchoring to the earth.
Simultaneously, some lowered their heads, revealing extremely sharp fangs.
Those with natural talents emanated mysterious and unknown energies from their bodies.
They prepared thoroughly to face the approaching undead army.
The Black Spider squinted her purple eyes, staring unblinkingly into the distance.
As the undead army gradually approached.
She finally saw the general situation clearly.
"The Nine-Headed Giant Python?"
"The Demon Moon Priestess?"
