「Hahaha! Die, die!」

「There’s…too many.」

「Sure, but where else will you find a place like this?」

Shanon and Hanryeong dashed around, brandishing their swords. Yeon-woo wasn’t the only one who’d become stronger on the battlefields of Tartarus—so had they.

Since it was the territory of the Underworld, there wasn’t a better location for Shanon and Hanryeong to regain their abilities. What was more, they managed to collect souls that were of finer quality than the ones from the floors of the Tower. They could feel their levels increasing every day.

From some time, Shanon had been forging a path to a new peak that he hadn’t experienced when he was still alive. It was a mystery to him. He was close to overcoming the wall that blocked his way to becoming a ranker, and each day felt new to him. More than once, he wondered whether he was only having a final hallucination before death. However, he really was here, and this overflowing strength belonged to him.

Shanon wasn’t satisfied with that and put in more effort to truly master his skills so he could catch up with Yeon-woo, who continued advancing rapidly.

He’d been quiet recently because he was busy analyzing Heaven Bracket from different angles. He focused on two areas as he trained: Shinmokryeong and Flame Wheel.

The One-horned tribe referred to Shinmokryeong as Shinbup—the way of moving of body. Just as a pine tree didn’t lose its green leaves even in a tough environment...