Chapter: 737

Woong!

The infiltrator raised his spear and began to release energy to the place where Chun Yeowun was standing. He wasn’t exactly aiming at Chun Yeowun, but just around Chun Yeowun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the floor got hit, dust began to rise around Chun Yeowun, obscuring his vision. All the infiltrator needed was a moment to run away.

‘Now!’

Once the spearman saw enough dust rise, he quickly moved to the passage which would lead them to the last hall. It was the right choice. Facing a confrontation with Chun Yeowun would only bring him death.

Woosh!

Suddenly something moved. The spearman ignored it and rushed towards the passage, but a light suddenly appeared at the entrance of the passage. However, after running, he couldn’t help but stop at the entrance, which was currently blocked.

Kiik!

“H-how is this possible?”

The man was shocked after seeing the passage being blocked. While he saw that it was just some simple light, it gave him an eerie sensation. And then, something amazing happened.

Shiiiiing!

Dozens of ice swords floated in the air right at the entrance of the passage, all pointing towards him. The man was speechless.

“Ice Swords? It can’t be!”

No one would even know how the Ice Swords work unless they saw them. It was even questionable whether it was realistically possible to create such a large number of Ice Swords.

‘What the hell? Is he some kind of monster?’

The Ice Swords seemed like they were desperate to plunge into the man.

“Did you really think that you could run away?”

‘Sh-shit!’

The voice of Chun Yeowun reached in the spearman’s ears. Sadly, even his plan to live a little longer failed. The man, who lost his last resort, felt his heart pounding against his ribs. He wielded his spear and stood against the ice sword.

‘Just end it!’

It was better to break through the Ice Swords than deal with the monster behind him. The spearman unfolded his best technique to break down all the Ice Swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Among the techniques based on Blade God Six Martial clan, his forte was close combat. As he took position, dozens of ice swords flew towards him like rain falling to the ground.

Swooosh!

‘I just need to be vigilant!’

In order to not get hit, the man began to release energy as swords collided and fell.

Clang! Clang! clang!

Although the ice swords were sharp and hard, it couldn’t compare to the strength of a real sword. Whenever his spear clashed with the Ice Sword, the Ice Sword would crumble. After realizing this, color returned to the man’s face.

‘I can get away!’