The hunters were stunned, legs frozen stiff.
The threads quickly wrapped around them but Windsor, the blonde guy, quickly reacted.
[Wind Blades]
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Countless crescent-shaped wind cuts through the air, snapping the tough web in an instant.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Windsor's face flushed red and white, his hands still shooting wind blades, his feet moved on the threads freely, as agile as a monkey.
But more and more threads came down.
"Guild leader! Help!"
Soron snapped out of his shock and the fire torch in his sword burned brighter, twisting, forming something entirely new.
Crackle!
[Fire Sword]
"Come here!" Soron slashed the threads hanging in the air with his fire and the threads charred black, turning into dust.
"Kiik!"
The spiders at the end of those threads quickly let go of the threads, their bodies clinging to other threads on the ceiling.
The heat from Soron's fire pushed the spiders back, giving everyone a chance to breathe.
