�Yes!�

His subordinates shouted back, moving in unison in forming a defensive circle. Their backs against each other, preparing themselves for a surprise attack.

The sight alone showed how disciplined and well-trained they were.

No ordinary martial artists would even dare to attempt to break into their circle.

The problem, however, was that their opponent was Pyo-wol.

�Keuh!�

Suddenly, one of the martial artists forming the defensive circle screamed as he was yanked into the air. Pyo-wol had used his Soul-Reaping Thread to snare the man�s neck.

The eyes of the martial artist who saw his companion being reeled in like a fish shook.

The eyes of the martial artists turned toward the space where their colleague had disappeared.

Although the torches illuminated the ground and the walls, they couldn�t fully light up the ceiling of the underground cavity.

The dense rows of stalactites cast long shadows in the light.

The problem was that these shadows were incredibly wide.

The very thought of Pyo-wol hiding somewhere within them, lying in wait for them, sent chills down their spines.

It was then.

Squirt!

Suddenly, a moist liquid was sprinkled from thin air like rain.

�What?�

�This is��

The warriors, absentmindedly touching the liquid that wet their faces, were startled.

�Blood?�

The liquid, from which a pungent metallic scent wafted, was clearly blood.

They didn�t need to be told whose blood it was.

Thump!

A decapitated corpse fell from the sky.

The corpse, with its neck slit long and tongue sticking out, was the comrade who had disappeared after being dragged away by Pyo-wol just a while ago.

�Damn it!�

�Bastard!�

Angered by the death of their comrade, the warriors swung their weapons towards the ceiling.

The sword furiously swung through the air, but it did not reach the ceiling.

�Chaah!� JrNovels.com