Just as the Magic Bayonet was about to land on Vieira Dune’s neck—clang! It bounced off an invisible barrier, and a murderous aura suddenly descended. Yeon-woo quickly considered whether he should finish Vieira Dune off or leave. In the end, he decided to leave and put his mask back on.

Boom! At that moment, something descended with great force, making the ground shake so much that it cracked. “Oho. You’ve gotten pretty good. You sensed that? Your senses have become a lot sharper than when you were on the Five Mountains, kiddo.”

Most rankers would’ve run away when the attacker stood up with a soft laugh. He was so small that his robe dragged on the ground, and his face, partially obscured by his hood, had a mischievous smile. However, Yeon-woo also noticed the viciousness on his face. It was the Plague Ghost, the beast of the Devil Army that dared to tear everyone apart except for his Lord. 

“Kindred.”

“Yeah. It’s been a while. It doesn’t seem like you’re surprised.” Kindred flipped his hood back and chuckled. It was their...