The Hunters of the Eight Dragons Association collectively swallowed hard. They knew better than anyone how sturdy that fortress gate was, yet it had been shattered in an instant.0

Did he just steal the kill after we did all the work?0

No way. We barely even managed to crack it.0

That South Korean brat—no, that South Korean man…0

As their thoughts raced, Wang Lifei felt a chill crawl up his spine. He recalled when they had attempted to stop that Hunter’s advance.0

Shit! We almost doomed ourselves…0

If the old man hadn’t intervened, they’d have been killed! The thought sent a shiver down his neck.0

“Lifei, what are we going to do?”0

“Huh? About what?”0

“Are we going in?” one of the Hunters whispered as he pointed toward the broken gate. 0

Inside, Kim Do-Joon was advancing without hesitation, his steps steady and fearless.0

The sight made Wang Lifei reach a decision.0

“Let’s follow him.”0

Quietly, Wang Lifei and the Hunters of the Eight Dragons Association began to trail him.0

***0

Whoosh! Whoosh!0

When they stepped through the broken gate, arrows rained down from above, each carrying tremendous force. However, they were useless against Kim Do-Joon. He swung his spear in wide arcs, effortlessly deflecting the arrows.0

Clink! Clang!0

—Kieek!0

—Kek!0

Most of the arrows bounced away harmlessly, but some rebounded with lethal force, striking the heads of...0