Jeong In-Chang stood flabbergasted at the sight of Hell spread out in front of him.

Swish!

As if a spear and arrows had been thrown and shot at him, a fierce wind barreled toward Jeong In-Chang.

“Goongje!”

The princess hurriedly blocked in front of him.

Slice! Squelch!

Even though it was just wind, it had still cut through the princess’ skin. It was a fierce wind that could cut through even the tough hide of an Orge Mage.

“Princess!” Jeong In-Chang called out, coming to his senses.

He plunged the greatsword into the ground and circulated his mana.

A thin, protective barrier formed around them, blocking the way, and the wounded princess was once again held within Jeong In-Chang’s arms.

He looked over again.

“This is…”

It was a sight that made even forming words difficult.

“A…a ghost?”

There were thousands of soldiers, seemingly formed of wood and stone, that were being confronted by seemingly blurry astral figures.

It was like watching a great battle in hell.

The soldiers of wood and stone attacked the astral figures with well-refined weapons.

Swish!

However, their attacks were just fleeting, cutting through the spiritual figures. In contrast, the astral figures weren’t even properly armed.

'Are those people… ?'

They even looked like ordinary Korean citizens.

But they...