"Fool."
Jin Hyuk sighed and slowly walked toward him.
The undead blocking the way had their heads instantly decapitated the moment they came within five meters of him,
like an invisible scythe that beheaded every single undead in his area.
It was a terrifying sight to see.
No matter how overwhelming their numbers were, they were swiftly decapitated and crushed to meat paste.
And there was no sign of Jin Hyuk even slowing down for a moment.
Gang Ryeong was cold, not a single emotion in his mind.
The hunched old man was trying his best to command the undead, even using Third‑Stage undead to slow his movement for a bit.
Barely ten breaths had passed when Jin Hyuk was already standing in front of Gang Ryeong, his cold, merciless gaze bearing down on him.
"Brat, do I have to force it out of your mouth, or will you speak on your own?"
Gang Ryeong didn't answer; he lunged at the man in silence.
