Bunhelier’s Breath was offset every time the imoogi released the magic power of the yeouijus. The durability of its body was comparable to that of a top dragon. It was able to withstand Grid’s attacks quite well. 

It didn’t seem to know fear. It must’ve easily overcome any confrontation it ever experienced. 

The proof was that it rushed forward without shrinking back even against the Crazy God and Crazy Dragon. 

Bunhelier deflected the blow from the imoogi and swung his tail. 

[It is more than I expected…] Bunhelier muttered as he grabbed the imoogi and threw it into the lake. He had a rather excited intonation. 

Bunhelier was concentrating on the yeouijus that were moving on the tongue of the imoogi, not on the imoogi. He grasped the value of the yeouijus in real time and developed greed. 

To be honest, the current Bunhelier didn’t care if he was a mixed race or not. He thought that it was okay to be treated as a rat as long as he got his hands on a yeouiju. He would gain the power to kill anyone who treated him as a rat. 

“......”

Unlike Bunhelier, who was smiling wickedly, Grid’s expression was stiff. 

The battlefield on the other side—it was the aftermath of feeling King Sobyeol’s divinity constantly rising from the place where he had just been. It was a divinity that had...