Kim Do-Joon suspected the “king” to be Gao Lin, who wielded the power of shadows.0

So, he was originally a Hunter of the Black Dragon Guild…0

However, Li Weipeng had turned on his allies, attacking them with brutal efficiency, as if he were a completely different person.0

Kim Do-Joon didn’t know the man, so he couldn’t tell the difference. Nevertheless, he was certain this entity was no longer human.0

They mentioned that other Hunters of the Black Dragon had fallen prey to some unknown force. Maybe Gao Lin’s body was also stolen?  Kim Do-Joon speculated grimly. 0

Gao Lin was at the heart of that black coffin, possessed by the so-called “king.”0

“Did you steal that body?” Kim Do-Joon asked flatly, his expression unreadable.0

However, the creature didn’t reply. Instead, it clenched the shaft of Kim Do-Joon’s spear with immense force, as if to crush it. Kim Do-Joon tightened his grip in response. The pressure was immense that the veins in his arm bulged.0

What a strength…! Kim Do-Joon thought, his brows furrowing. 0

It wasn’t magical power but pure, raw strength, second only to Jecheon Seong.0

— Aaah! Let go! Let go, you brute!0

Karlish, who was usually dormant inside the inventory, screamed. Kim Do-Joon paid no heed because he couldn’t afford to relent. The opponent wasn’t holding back, either. The creature’s eyes glimmered faintly as it observed the spear.1

“This weapon… it’s no ordinary tool," said the creature.0

After all,...0