For Richer or Poorer (5)

Time passed.

Every single Throskart was sweating profusely under the raging sun.

The fact that they could still sweat meant that despite the lack of water and the area's intense heat, their bodies were very strong.

None were overly dehydrated.

At least, they had yet to lose any of their combat power.

Otto killed the spiders like a machine.

In what felt like no time at all, 200 spiders had been killed.

Otto narrowed his eyes and watched his lane slowly began to disappear.

He counted the time. The black maw lasted for merely three seconds before it, too, vanished into thin air.

Otto glanced at the corpses strewn in front of him.

Not a single one had made it within 20 meters.

He clicked his tongue.

"How pathetic."

Otto exited the lane to meet the vicious glares of the onlookers.

Still, instinctively wary of his power, they shrunk back from his gaze.

Otto inwardly smirked.

'Good.'