Hostility and killing intent poured out to overwhelm Seo Jun-Ho. It was just the right amount to make his blood go cold. Seo Jun-Ho coldly stared at the martial artists running toward him.

"Grease World."

"The Obelisk of Speed."

"Poetry of Pain and Curse."

To start, the Sky Soul Guild members used their skills to support the martial artists.

Keen Intuition spoke in rapid fire.

- Partner, the floor is slippery like oil.

‘Got it.’

Tiny ice spikes stuck out of the soles of his shoes to counter the slippery floor.

- And since that obelisk was summoned, the enemies' speed has gone up a level.

‘Got it.’

There was no advice regarding the third skill.

[Hero's Mind (EX) perfectly resists the ‘Poetry of Pain and Curse.’]

Because it was unnecessary…

“Uwaack!"

The curse failed, and a Player collapsed from the backlash. What an idiot.

"M-Mr. Oga. Mind-type skills don’t work on him!"

"Keep trying."

"Yes? Based on the fact that the Poetry of Pain and Curse was resisted, it is at least an S-grade defense-type skill."

"Still, do it." Tenmei Oga’s command was firm. He didn’t relax as he stared at the wounded beast in front of him. "He is Specter. If you let your guard down, you’ll get hurt.”

Specter still possessed the same overwhelming aura he had decades ago. The Specter in Tenmei Oga’s memories was a living and breathing god.

‘I can only hope that his legend ends today.’

Tenmei Oga prayed earnestly.

***

Swing!

White Dragon deflected dozens of swords flying toward Seo Jun-Ho. He looked around and found ...