Curious, Tang Wen stepped forward and touched the rope on the ground.
The instant his fingertip touched the surface, he felt a sharp pain and quickly pulled his hand back.
"What is this material?"
'If I had Armor made from this stuff, my opponents would be in for a world of hurt, wouldn't they?'
Feng San Niang, who had grown up in the Commerce Association, shook her head.
She considered herself worldly and knowledgeable, but she had never seen anything this strange.
Hu Niannian extended her sharp claws and tapped it. The black rope was extremely tough and remained unmarked.
"This seems to be some kind of spider silk."
"Spider silk?" Tang Wen thought of spiderwebs as fine as hair, then looked at the black rope before him, which was thicker than a baby's wrist. He was momentarily stunned.
