Chapter: 1089

Harsh breathing sounds came from behind the mask.

Although he was a Supreme Master, he seemed pretty tired as it wasn’t an easy task to cross the vast lake.

[Haaa... Lord.]

“Hmp. Hmp.”

Chun Yeowun coughed at the soft telepathy message from Marakim.

He felt bad.

He left a message saying that he would come back once he resolved something and then left them behind.

The others had no choice but to stay still as it was impossible for them to follow Chun Yeowun.

Even if they could, they wouldn’t be able to follow Chun Yeowun’s speed.

‘Did he also run on this wide lake? Haha... the current Demonic Cult is full of bloody monsters.’

Everyone was shocked.

The eyes of everyone on the ship filled with tension. Even the infamous Dark King appeared as if Chun Yeowun wasn’t hard enough for them to deal with. They couldn’t see a favorable solution.

While everyone was hesitating, Chun Yeowun opened his mouth and pointed to the head of Kang Soah.

“I am making this clear. This incident happened because of this person. But, if you think that losing your colleague is so unfair, come at me.”

It was a calm voice filled with arrogance.

And that was enough for them to understand.

Chun Yeowun was strong enough to annihilate everyone on the ship.

Moyong Kang clenched his fists hard enough that they were bleeding and spoke.

“Lord Chun! Do you think that the alliance between the Forces of Justice and the Demonic Cult isn’t important? When forming an alliance, your sense of right and wrong needs to be left behind!”

It wasn’t Chun Yeowun who responded to that.

Marakim, who calmed his breath to some extent, spoke as he pulled out his sword from his waist.

Srrrng!

“I think that is something that our cult is supposed to ask. Did you really value the alliance, when asking the barbarians to attack us?”

“Th-that...”

It was like being stabbed in the throat.

He forgot it in his moment of anger, but the culprit was none other than Kang Soah.

They could have stopped it, but they stood aside and neglected the issue.

‘The Demon God and the Dark King...’

The pressure from the tip of Marakim’s sword made them feel even more nervous.

If things went any further, the result would be everyone aboard dying.