Chapter: 1584
�Hurry up and catch him!�
�Jong-woo!�
The nearby martial artists caught the martial artist who was entangled in the Soul-Reaping Thread, but before they could do anything, the Soul-Reaping Thread continued to pull the man into the swamp with its unearthly power.
�Help me!�
The drowning martial artist cried out as he flailed around in the swamp.
�Go and save him!�
�Damn it!�
Some of the nearby warriors stripped off their armors and jumped into the swamp.
�No! Don�t�!�
Jang Muryang shouted, but it was no use.
Many others had already jumped into the swamp to save their drowning comrade.
�Hik!�
�Keuck!�
At that moment, hell broke loose.�
Pyo-wol began to mercilessly attack the Black Cloud Corps members who fell into the swamp.
He maneuvered the Soul-Reaping Thread skillfully by making it slithered across the swamp like a snake, then killing each and everyone in the swamp.�
The smell of blood mixed with the foul stench of the swamp.
The men who had yet to jump into the swamp tried to save their comrade by thrusting their spears around, but they were unable to stop Pyo-wol�s attack.
Pyo-wol swam through the swamp like a crocodile. Once he caught his prey, he would drag them into the swamp and suffocate them.�
The Black Cloud Corps spears couldn�t even put a graze to Pyo-wol�s body.
While the swamp was an obstacle that blocked the sight and movement of the Black Cloud Corps members, Pyo-wol could detect their movements with his skin by sensing the movements of the swamp.
Moreover, Pyo-wol remained unaffected by the swamp�s toxicity unlike the Black Cloud Corps martial artists who could not exert their full power.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The martial artists who had been pierced in the forehead by the Soul-Reaping Thread collapsed without even being able to scream.
Their corpses sank to the bottom of the swamp, never to float back up at the surface.�
�Y-You! You bastard!�
Jang Muryang could no longer hold back his anger.�
He threw off the armor, which he wore like a lifeline and leapt into the air. When he reached the highest point, he gathered all his qi and struck his spear into the swamp.
Kwaaaang!
With a loud bang, the filth of the swamp splashed out in all directions, causing the ground to be exposed for a moment. JrNovels.com
�Jong-woo!�
The nearby martial artists caught the martial artist who was entangled in the Soul-Reaping Thread, but before they could do anything, the Soul-Reaping Thread continued to pull the man into the swamp with its unearthly power.
�Help me!�
The drowning martial artist cried out as he flailed around in the swamp.
�Go and save him!�
�Damn it!�
Some of the nearby warriors stripped off their armors and jumped into the swamp.
�No! Don�t�!�
Jang Muryang shouted, but it was no use.
Many others had already jumped into the swamp to save their drowning comrade.
�Hik!�
�Keuck!�
At that moment, hell broke loose.�
Pyo-wol began to mercilessly attack the Black Cloud Corps members who fell into the swamp.
He maneuvered the Soul-Reaping Thread skillfully by making it slithered across the swamp like a snake, then killing each and everyone in the swamp.�
The smell of blood mixed with the foul stench of the swamp.
The men who had yet to jump into the swamp tried to save their comrade by thrusting their spears around, but they were unable to stop Pyo-wol�s attack.
Pyo-wol swam through the swamp like a crocodile. Once he caught his prey, he would drag them into the swamp and suffocate them.�
The Black Cloud Corps spears couldn�t even put a graze to Pyo-wol�s body.
While the swamp was an obstacle that blocked the sight and movement of the Black Cloud Corps members, Pyo-wol could detect their movements with his skin by sensing the movements of the swamp.
Moreover, Pyo-wol remained unaffected by the swamp�s toxicity unlike the Black Cloud Corps martial artists who could not exert their full power.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The martial artists who had been pierced in the forehead by the Soul-Reaping Thread collapsed without even being able to scream.
Their corpses sank to the bottom of the swamp, never to float back up at the surface.�
�Y-You! You bastard!�
Jang Muryang could no longer hold back his anger.�
He threw off the armor, which he wore like a lifeline and leapt into the air. When he reached the highest point, he gathered all his qi and struck his spear into the swamp.
Kwaaaang!
With a loud bang, the filth of the swamp splashed out in all directions, causing the ground to be exposed for a moment. JrNovels.com
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