Gang Ryeong showed not even a hint of emotion.
He calmly walked past them, leaving the ten frozen in time.
Their figures were completely still, as though paused.
"What happened to them?"
The observer wondered, confusion clouding their thoughts.
Then, as if time resumed, the bodies of the green-skinned people were immediately shredded, their limbs grinding into pieces as they fell to the ground.
Gang Ryeong moved forward like a reaper, his strikes swift and merciless. His sword blurred as it sliced through the air, cleaving through one opponent after another.
In the blink of an eye, he reached another, and with a ruthless swing, that one too was torn apart. He moved to the next, relentless and unstoppable.
Movement was fluid and smooth.
Gang Ryeong was truly like a reaper, straight out of hell.
In the blink of an eye, only a few remained.
