The mutant caterpillar on the ground wailed without cease.
From that face that was nothing but insect, clear, bright tears streamed down—
and Albert and the others still couldn't even tell where her eyes were supposed to be.
Ever since Yannie had mutated into a giant silkworm moth larva, she had almost never suffered in close-quarters combat.
She had always crushed her enemies with sheer size and brute force.
Who could have imagined that, in this life, she would encounter such a terrifying opponent?
The juvenile Dreadweaver Spiders were far smaller than her monstrous body—
so small they should have been insignificant.
And yet, their collective killing power was overwhelming.
Compared to them, Yannie—a mutant with no training, relying only on strength and mass—was nothing.
Black blotches crawled rapidly across her enormous body, spreading like malignant cancer cells over the surface of her flesh.
They were the spiders themselves, racing across her skin.
