Chapter: 1585
At that moment, Pyo-wol, who had been crouching on the ground, shot out at a terrifying speed.
Cit! Ciiiit!
He released the phantom daggers one after another.
Jang Muryang swung his spear to block all the phantom daggers flying towards him from different trajectories.�
However, some of the phantom daggers had the Soul-Reaping Thread attached to them.
With a flick of Pyo-wol�s fingertips, he changed the trajectory of the phantom daggers.�
Boom!
Ten phantom daggers, all coming from different trajectories, aimed for Jang Muryang�s vital points.�
�Captain!�
�Attack him!�
The rest of the Black Cloud Corps members jumped into the swamp in an attempt to help Jang Muryang.
They unleashed their swordsmanship towards Pyo-wol, who had revealed himself.
Kwa-kwa-kwa!
The swamp surged like a storm because of the blast of qi that shot through it.
Pyo-wol�s position looked as precarious as a leaf blown in a storm, but even in the midst of the concentrated attacks aimed at him, Pyo-wol did not lose his concentration.
He used Black Lightning to increase his reaction speed to the highest level.
Not only did his reaction time increase, but the speed of his thinking also increased dramatically. His speed up thinking allowed him to quickly calculate the shortest distance to Jang Muryang.
Pyo-wol threw one of the phantom daggers to the side.
His target was a young martial artist, who had his grip on his spear a little bit too tight, indicating his lack of experience.
Swish!
The young martial artist�s throat was slashed.
A middle-aged warrior who was nearby screamed at the sight of the young man�s neck being cut off.�
He seems to be shouting something, but the young man couldn�t make his words out. Perhaps the middle-aged man was calling out his name.
The Soul-Reaping Thread wrapped around the ankle of the middle-aged man.�
Since the middle-aged man was so angered by the young man�s death, his senses became dulled that he couldn�t fend off the Pyo-wol�s attack in time.�
Kwa-kwa-kwang!
The middle-aged martial artist took the brunt of Pyo-wol�s attack.
There was no scream.
His body had been torn apart by a tremendously powerful attack.
The members of the Black Cloud Corps screamed as they watched their comrade die from their own attack. Their steel-like formation broke apart, opening the shortest path to Jang Muryang. JrNovels.com
Cit! Ciiiit!
He released the phantom daggers one after another.
Jang Muryang swung his spear to block all the phantom daggers flying towards him from different trajectories.�
However, some of the phantom daggers had the Soul-Reaping Thread attached to them.
With a flick of Pyo-wol�s fingertips, he changed the trajectory of the phantom daggers.�
Boom!
Ten phantom daggers, all coming from different trajectories, aimed for Jang Muryang�s vital points.�
�Captain!�
�Attack him!�
The rest of the Black Cloud Corps members jumped into the swamp in an attempt to help Jang Muryang.
They unleashed their swordsmanship towards Pyo-wol, who had revealed himself.
Kwa-kwa-kwa!
The swamp surged like a storm because of the blast of qi that shot through it.
Pyo-wol�s position looked as precarious as a leaf blown in a storm, but even in the midst of the concentrated attacks aimed at him, Pyo-wol did not lose his concentration.
He used Black Lightning to increase his reaction speed to the highest level.
Not only did his reaction time increase, but the speed of his thinking also increased dramatically. His speed up thinking allowed him to quickly calculate the shortest distance to Jang Muryang.
Pyo-wol threw one of the phantom daggers to the side.
His target was a young martial artist, who had his grip on his spear a little bit too tight, indicating his lack of experience.
Swish!
The young martial artist�s throat was slashed.
A middle-aged warrior who was nearby screamed at the sight of the young man�s neck being cut off.�
He seems to be shouting something, but the young man couldn�t make his words out. Perhaps the middle-aged man was calling out his name.
The Soul-Reaping Thread wrapped around the ankle of the middle-aged man.�
Since the middle-aged man was so angered by the young man�s death, his senses became dulled that he couldn�t fend off the Pyo-wol�s attack in time.�
Kwa-kwa-kwang!
The middle-aged martial artist took the brunt of Pyo-wol�s attack.
There was no scream.
His body had been torn apart by a tremendously powerful attack.
The members of the Black Cloud Corps screamed as they watched their comrade die from their own attack. Their steel-like formation broke apart, opening the shortest path to Jang Muryang. JrNovels.com
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