Chapter: 1167

It was a shame, but it was an undeniable fact.

Dan Jucheon quietly ordered his men.

“Retreat quickly!”

The warriors all nodded their heads and moved to retreat.

The passage created by the dragon was so wide that even if they all moved at once, it wasn’t cramped.

They were in a hurry to get back onto the surface, but Dan Jucheon suddenly stopped and raised his hand.

As a result, the Ice Palace and the Yulin warriors stopped.

Someone was walking into the dark cave.

Moyong Kang, who frowned at that, spoke in a bewildered voice.

“The Dark King!”

The one walking in was the Great Guardian, Marakim.

Marakim drew his sword from the waist.

Visor!

With the sound of the sword being pulled out of the sheath, he pointed it at the Yulin and the North Sea Ice Palace forces.

“In the name of our Lord. Overpower everyone who rebels and kill them!”

Woong! Woong! Woong!

As soon as his words fell, many white and black flags fluttered in the dark passage behind Marakim.

Hundreds of swords illuminated in the darkness.

Everyone held their breath at the sight of the people emitting immense energy with vicious blood lust.

Clench!

Even Moyong Kang and Dan Jucheon, who held onto their swords, were scared for their lives.

‘... this is the worst.’

Would this situation go well with the phase of ‘regression and dilemma’?

The shadow of despair engulfed the warriors of North Sea Ice Palace and the Yulin forces.

Are people aware that when a mouse gets cornered by a cat, the mouse bites the cat?

It was the same with Dan Jucheon, the deputy king of the palace, who was flustered.

In reality, the only person he was afraid of was the Lord of the Demonic Cult, Chun Yeowun.

Even though the Demonic Cult was one of the top three forces in the Jianghu region, the North Sea Ice Palace was the hegemon of the North, and he was one of the strongest men in the North.

‘They have looked down on me!’

Dan Jucheon’s gaze was fixed on one person.