Chapter: 2087

A tent exploded with a loud noise.

�What the hell?�

�What happened?�

Startled, the remaining subordinates rushed over.

They alternated between looking at the devastated tent and Gu Ja-hwang.

They wanted to ask what had happened, but Gu Ja-hwang�s face was so serious that they didn�t dare to ask.

Gu Ja-hwang walked towards the collapsed tent.

His fist was emitting a faint glow.

This was proof that he had gathered a lot of qi in his hands.�

His subordinates could only swallow dryly at the sight of Gu Ja-hwang.


�Why did he do that?�

�Is there an intruder?�

They kept a close eye on Gu Ja-hwang, ready to move at a moment�s notice.

All of the martial artists here in the Prison of No Return had followed Gu Ja-hwang through the battlefield.

Even though they were now stuck three hundred meters underground looking after the prisoners, their senses and skills as warriors had not rusted.

Whisk!

Gu Ja-hwang lifted the curtain of the tent.�

Instantly, a sense of relief came over the tense faces of the subordinates.

That was because there was nothing inside the tent that Gu Ja-hwang had pushed aside.

�As expected. I mean, who would dare to invade this place?�

�It seems the Warden has become sensitive.�

They thought it was fortunate to see this human side of Gu Ja-hwang.

Gu Ja-hwang looked inside the empty tent and muttered,

�Did I feel it wrong? I�m sure I felt someone�s gaze.�

He had felt a pin-prick sensation earlier.

Gu Ja-hwang thought it was someone�s eyes secretly looking at him, that�s why he launched a powerful punch at the tent. But to his disappointment, there was nothing inside the tent where he had felt the gaze.

�Did I really make a mistake? Me?�

Pyo-wol walked away while gently rubbing his shoulder.�

His clothes were still intact, but dark bruises had formed on the muscles underneath. Had his dodge been even a fraction slower, it wouldn�t only have been his clothes that were torn apart, but his flesh as well.

The gaze that Gu Ja-hwang felt was not a mistake. JrNovels.com