Chapter: 1583

�It�s impossible for him to have arranged a hideout in such a short amount of time. I�m sure he just happened to come here.�

It was then.

Pyo-wol, who was running fast, disappeared from his sight.

Then screams echoed.�

�Keuk!�

�Kuergh!�

Jang Muryang knew even without looking that it was his own men who were screaming.�

Pyo-wol had activated the traps he had set up around the swamp.

As the Black Cloud Corps members stepped on the traps, spears came out of the ground, impaling them.�

The traps were simple, but its power was nothing to scoff at.

The traps Pyo-wol had set were deadly.

�Come out! You bastard�!�

�Filthy assassin!�

What drove the Black Cloud Corps even more insane was that they couldn�t even see a hair of Pyo-wol despite being trapped.

Pyo-wol was nowhere to be seen, and they had no clue as to where he was hiding.�

Instead, the trap took one victim after another.

�He couldn�t have hidden in the swamp, could he?�

�Shit!�

Some quick-witted individuals thought that Pyo-wol might be hiding in the foul-smelling swamp, but they didn�t dare to venture inside.

The stench and poison were so overpowering that just approaching the swamp made them dizzy.�

Of course, they could use their qi to block the stench and poison to a certain extent, but doing so would just be half as effective. Anything more that would have been too difficult for them to endure.�

That�s when Jang Muryang shouted,

�Stab it with the spear!�

�Yes!�

With that, the Black Cloud Corps members plunged their spears into the swamp.

Dozens of spears pierced the swamp in unison.

Swoosh!

At that moment, the Soul-Reaping Thread stretched out and wrapped around one of the martial artist�s neck who was about to thrust his spear.

�Geack!�

The Soul-Reaping Thread immediately dragged the martial artist into the swamp. JrNovels.com