Chapter: 183
One of the martial artists clicked his tongue as he struggled to drive away the anxiety.
�Kuhk!�
His eyes widened at the sudden pain in his neck.
Something sharp was squeezing his neck.
He tried to scream, but his breath was choked and no sound came out. He could see the backs of his colleagues right in front of him.�
He reached out and tried to grab his colleague�s shoulders. But at that moment, his body was pulled up into the air like a radish.
His colleagues ahead of him did not notice his disappearance at all.
It was Pyo-wol who caught the martial artist.�
In his hand was the Cheonjamsa thread.
The martial artist, whose neck was wrapped around using the Cheonjamsa thread, had already stopped breathing.
After hiding the body of the martial artist, Pyo-wol calmly followed the rest of the warriors who were ahead.
As if they were their colleagues.
The warriors who were leading the way did not notice that their comrades had already been replaced.
Pyo-wol breathed like them, walked like them, and assimilated with them.
As Pyo-wol sneaked in, none of the warriors of Emei noticed it.
�There��
The warrior, who was walking right in front of him, unexpectedly turned his head, as if he had something to say, and then opened his eyes wide.
It was because an unfamiliar face, not a colleague, was following him.
�Who�?�
Puuck!
The warrior couldn�t finish his words.
It was because Pyo-wol stabbed his neck with the sword he had taken from the first warrior he had killed previously.�
�What?�
The warriors, who noticed Pyo-wol�s existence belatedly, looked back. But all they could see was the appearance of one of their colleagues falling down with blood dripping from his neck.
Pyo-wol was nowhere to be seen.
He disappeared into the dark in an instant.
�Bastard!�
They recklessly swung their swords towards the darkness. But nothing was being caught by their swords.�
�Kurgh!�
The one leading the group dropped his torch with a maddening scream. Pyo-wol, who had returned imperceptibly, broke his breath.� JrNovels.com
�Kuhk!�
His eyes widened at the sudden pain in his neck.
Something sharp was squeezing his neck.
He tried to scream, but his breath was choked and no sound came out. He could see the backs of his colleagues right in front of him.�
He reached out and tried to grab his colleague�s shoulders. But at that moment, his body was pulled up into the air like a radish.
His colleagues ahead of him did not notice his disappearance at all.
It was Pyo-wol who caught the martial artist.�
In his hand was the Cheonjamsa thread.
The martial artist, whose neck was wrapped around using the Cheonjamsa thread, had already stopped breathing.
After hiding the body of the martial artist, Pyo-wol calmly followed the rest of the warriors who were ahead.
As if they were their colleagues.
The warriors who were leading the way did not notice that their comrades had already been replaced.
Pyo-wol breathed like them, walked like them, and assimilated with them.
As Pyo-wol sneaked in, none of the warriors of Emei noticed it.
�There��
The warrior, who was walking right in front of him, unexpectedly turned his head, as if he had something to say, and then opened his eyes wide.
It was because an unfamiliar face, not a colleague, was following him.
�Who�?�
Puuck!
The warrior couldn�t finish his words.
It was because Pyo-wol stabbed his neck with the sword he had taken from the first warrior he had killed previously.�
�What?�
The warriors, who noticed Pyo-wol�s existence belatedly, looked back. But all they could see was the appearance of one of their colleagues falling down with blood dripping from his neck.
Pyo-wol was nowhere to be seen.
He disappeared into the dark in an instant.
�Bastard!�
They recklessly swung their swords towards the darkness. But nothing was being caught by their swords.�
�Kurgh!�
The one leading the group dropped his torch with a maddening scream. Pyo-wol, who had returned imperceptibly, broke his breath.� JrNovels.com
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