Chapter 162 Dark Clouds (2)
Leaving the corpse of the white-robed figure behind, Gu Yang-jeok’s footsteps hurried forward.
But what lay ahead were not enemy soldiers, but more robed figures.
They resembled moths flying toward a flame, causing Gu Yang-jeok to frown deeply.
‘Disgusting.’
Gu Yang-jeok spat and walked forward.
The Purple Mist Qi flowed along the blade of the Sword of Truth, making its already sharp edge even harder and more incisive.
Yet, there was no fear in the robes’ eyes.
No emotion was reflected in their gray pupils.
As if they only needed to charge forward, they didn’t even flinch as their comrades fell before them—a sight so bizarre it was almost grotesque.
‘They won’t even give us a moment to breathe.’
Gu Yangjeok’s teeth clenched together with a sharp click. His wrist and forearm ached from how many times he’d swung Chamhyun.
Swoosh!
Once more, Chamhyun’s blade swept through, and a dozen robed figures fell dead.
Yet the space was instantly filled by more robes, and indiscriminate slashes filled his entire field of vision.
Swish…
Each slash from the robes became a straight line, embroidering the air.
Of course, Gu Yangji was right in the middle. There was absolutely no room to dodge.
Thud.
As Gu Yangji took half a step back, a dull thud sounded behind him.
The stinging sensation on his skin suggested the rough thorns of the Old Wood had pierced through his robe.
‘I intended to handle this discreetly and move on…’
The sun gradually brightened, and the scent of the Ten Thousand Mile Fragrance faded.
