Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

The canyon was filled with an eerie silence, with only the whimpering sound of the sea breeze blowing through the cracks. Iris knelt heavily on the rough rocks with her hands raised high, as if offering supreme respect to the existence in the void. Her voice was gentle but revealed an unquestionable majesty, echoing in the canyon.

"Great Spider God, your most loyal servant brings you a sacrifice."

The Noxian soldiers behind him were trembling with fear, not daring to hesitate for a moment, kneeling down like puppets, with their heads lowered, and even their breathing was deliberately slowed down, as if they were afraid of disturbing the unknown terrifying existence. Their bodies trembled slightly in the cold wind, and the friction between their armor and the ground made a subtle sound, which was particularly harsh in this silent canyon.

At this moment, a pair of cold eyes seemed to be slowly opening in the depths of the canyon, and a rustling sound of crawling could be heard faintly in the darkness, like countless tiny needles pricking everyone's nerves. However, Iris still maintained a pious attitude, without a trace of fear on her face, as if she was sure that the Spider God would accept this "sincerity", while the gladiators who were used as sacrifices were tied with iron chains in the distance, looking at this scene in despair, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.

Suddenly, a strange roar came from the depths of the canyon. The strange roar was like a sharp blade, instantly breaking the suffocating silence in the canyon.

The sound came from far away and gradually approached, as if it came from every rock and every crack in the depths of the canyon. Then, accompanied by a creepy rustling sound, countless tiny black shadows crawled out from all directions, densely packed, like a black tide, and quickly spread across the ground.

Elise's eyes flashed with a hint of fanatical anticipation. She raised her head slightly and looked into the depths of the canyon, as if to welcome the coming existence. The Noxian soldiers were completely panicked. Some tightly grasped their weapons, their joints turned white due to the force; others could not help but tremble, muttering something in their mouths, as if praying for the protection of the gods.

The gladiators who were being sacrificed were even more terrified. They struggled desperately, and the chains rattled, but they could not break free.

The spiders that covered the sky were getting closer and closer, their eyes flashing with dark green light, like the flames from hell, burning everyone's nerves. As the roars became louder and louder, a huge figure loomed in the black fog, its huge body covered with a hard shell, and its eight thick long legs moved slowly, and every step made the ground tremble.

"Vile Maw."

Zhou Xian's eyes narrowed in the dark, and he thought to himself. The Despicable Throat is a terrifying existence in Shadow Island. It is a giant undead spider corrupted by the power of shadow, and is also the "Spider God" worshipped by Spider Queen Iris.

Elise has a close connection with the Vicious Throat, and she relies on sacrificing humans to it in exchange for venom that can make her immortal and have powerful power. Now Elise has brought everyone here, obviously to perform some kind of sacrificial ceremony.

Just as Zhou Xian was thinking, he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being tightly grabbed. He looked down and saw Gwen's knuckles turning slightly white due to nervousness.

Her eyes were wide open, full of vigilance and anxiety, her gaze fixed on the approaching spider tide and the huge monster looming in the dark. Zhou Xian tilted his head slightly, gently patted Gwen's hand, and whispered to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Gwen bit her lower lip and nodded slightly, but her fingers still didn't loosen. Zhou Xian shook his head helplessly, sighing in his heart, no matter how brave Gwen was on weekdays, facing the overwhelming spiders and the terrifying Despicable Throat, she was still a girl with fear in her heart.

As the two were talking, Vile Throat finally revealed his full form, his massive body almost blocking out the sky.

The hair on its legs trembled slightly in the cold wind, and each hair seemed like a sharp steel needle. Its dense claws grabbed the ground, crushing the rocks into powder in an instant, raising a choking cloud of dust.

The scarlet compound eyes reflected the panicked Noxian soldiers and the trembling gladiator sacrifices. The bloodthirsty light was like a never-extinguished flame, burning with the desire for destruction. Its claws rubbed against each other, making a tooth-grinding crunching sound, as if it couldn't wait to tear the prey in front of it into pieces. Elise still maintained a pious attitude. She looked up at the despicable throat, her eyes full of fanaticism and awe. "Great God, please enjoy your sacrifice." Her voice echoed in the canyon, carrying a kind of bewitching magic.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the Maw of Despicableness enveloped the entire scene like a physical entity. The Noxian soldiers behind him, although usually extremely fierce on the battlefield, were also sweating profusely at this moment. The sweat soaked their armor, slid down their cheeks, and dripped onto the ground under their feet. Their bodies couldn't stop shaking, their teeth clenched, their eyes widened, and they stared at the behemoth in front of them, as if they would be swallowed by it in one bite if they were not careful.

The gladiators were even more unbearable, as fear overwhelmed them like a tide. Many of them collapsed to the ground, their legs weak, unable to support their bodies. Their eyes were filled with despair and fear, and their pupils shrank sharply due to extreme fear. Some even became incontinent, with liquid flowing from their crotches, emitting a pungent smell, making them look particularly miserable in this gloomy canyon.

However, Iris turned a blind eye to the fear of the people around her. She still maintained her pious kneeling posture, with only fanatical worship of the Vicious Throat in her eyes, as if all the panic around her had nothing to do with her.

"They are so pitiful, why don't we help them."

Zhou Xian was slightly startled, and turned his head to look at Gwen, only to see that her clear eyes were full of pity and pity. He sighed softly, knowing that Gwen had inherited Isolde's kind nature and could not bear to see such blood and cruelty.

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible cold light flashed in his eyes. He quickly calculated in his mind that if he saved these people, he would not only satisfy Gwen's good wishes, but also include them in his own plan and serve as experimental subjects.

As for the seemingly terrifying Despicable Throat, although it exuded powerful oppression, had a huge body and was full of bloodthirsty aura, in Zhou Xian's view, it was nothing more than a beast twisted by the power of destruction.

"Well, you take them away first, and I'll come meet this guy."

Gwen bit her lower lip gently, her eyes showing both worry and determination. She looked at Zhou Xian and nodded seriously: "You must be careful, I believe you."

Zhou Xian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Gwen's hair: "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just wait for my signal, and then take them away from here quickly." After that, his gaze returned to the Despicable Throat in the center of the canyon. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if he was examining the prey that was about to be caught.

At this time, Iris had stood up, looking at the Maw of Despicable with fanatical eyes, as if waiting for its next move. The Noxian soldiers and gladiators were still terrified, and the gladiators who collapsed on the ground had even given up struggling, desperately waiting for death to come.

Zhou Xian took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. Black mist lingered between his hands, and the fighting spirit in his heart gradually rose.

Gwen followed closely behind him, staring at his back, ready to act according to his instructions at any time.

(End of this chapter)