Several minutes passed and the grins on everyone's faces gradually grew wider and wider as time went by.
By now, two-third of the entire cluster of Steel-tipped Tarantulas had offered their lives for the greater good of Venn and the Oni Clan.
Despite the ground rumbling heavily because of the Tarantulas' violent movement, the lines formed by the Oni Militia held its ground steadily with no sign of breaching.
In the meantime, Venn found Vesra who was desperately holding up the tower shield in the front line.
After replacing her with another soldier and relieving Vesra of her duty, Vesra fell to the ground without any resistance, panting heavily and apparently out of breath and stamina.
"Vesra, hurry up and catch your breath. We need to prepare for the last phase of the plan." Looking down at Vesra who was heavily exhausted, Venn shook his head and shouted to overpower the deafening sounds surrounding them.
