The Hell King charged at the Hunters, radiating a murderous aura laced with mana. Its right arm moved, and its gaze, which had locked onto Kim Ki-Rok's eyes, dropped to his chest. Whether deliberate or not, the tips of dozens of shadow blades adjusted ever so slightly, all aiming for Kim Ki-Rok's left side. The Hell King thrust its fist, targeting Kim Ki-Rok's heart.0

Given their disparity in physical abilities, Kim Ki-Rok knew that retreat would only buy him a moment before he was overtaken. There was only one option left. He stepped back on his left foot and bent his knee. Just as a faint, sinister grin appeared on the Hell King's lips, Kim Ki-Rok twisted his torso.0

A thunderous crash shook the ground as the Hell King's punch sliced through empty air.0

Narrowly avoiding the blow, he stared down the Hell King from up close, then reached out and seized its right arm. He didn't have the strength to overpower the monster, but he could hold on long enough.0

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