“Kurgh, gah!”0

Oh Kang-Woo’s legs trembled and bent as if he would collapse at any second.0

“Kurgh,” he grunted, holding tightly to his fading consciousness as he added strength to his shaking legs.0

[You still have not given up?] asked the Titan of Light coldly.0

Kang-Woo bit his lip, smiled nastily, and cursed, “Go fuck yourself.”0

He added more strength to his arms. He could feel the black mucus connected to his hands getting thinner. An irreversible cataclysm would occur once this string restraining Akart snapped.0

‘Rift.’0

Kang-Woo organized the idea he had thought of in his head.0

‘Is it possible?’0

Doubts swirled in his mind but he shook his head to chase them away.0

‘It’s pointless thinking about that.’0

If he didn’t do it, Akart couldn’t be stopped. Hence, he had no choice but to try.0

Crack! Crack!!0

The Rift grew larger with each of Akart’s movements. Kang-Woo stared intently at the Rift as his consciousness flickered.0

‘I’ve done it once before.’0

It was so long ago that he barely remembered it. It was likely when they were in Japan, trying to stop the deranged Japanese branch of the Demon Cult from summoning Lilith.0

Back then, Kang-Woo...0