Seo Jun-Ho walked forward, only looking at the Heavenly Demon.

The corpses gathered like a pack of dogs from all sides, but they could not make Seo Jun-Ho take his eyes off of the Heavenly Demon.

‘It’s a strange feeling.’

With every twist of Seo Jun-Ho’s wrist, the arms and legs of the corpses were cut off like twigs.

Seo Jun-Ho could not feel much joy even as he saw the enemies as fragile as paper in front of him.

‘I used to feel something hot boiling inside me before.’

As far as Seo Jun-Ho could remember, he used to feel much more angry whenever he saw the Heavenly Demon. This was especially true when he lost the Thunder God and went out to look for the fiends to slaughter them.

‘I wanted to rip them into pieces as soon as I saw them.’

However, he didn’t feel much emotion right now, even though the greatest of them was right in front of his eyes.

“...”

Neither had his emotions faded away, nor had his desire for revenge disappeared. As for forgiving them, he entertained no such stupid thoughts.

It was simply just that, as far as Seo Jun-Ho was concerned, the meaning and importance of the fiends and the Heavenly Demon had diminished considerably.

Slash!

White Dragon cut down another corpse. Seo Jun-Ho couldn’t tell how many corpses he had killed so far because he did not bother to...