Light shot up. It was a huge pillar of light like the ancient tower of Babel that desired to reach the sky. The vertex, which kept soaring without end, penetrated the dome. Seeing a big circle open in the flowing clouds, the king quickly turned around, and for some unknown reason, he looked very nervous. Chi-Woo was also puzzled. He couldn’t understand what Evelyn was doing nor the king’s reaction.

‘Why…?’ Just as he thought this, something passed him. Something that was as fast as light, couldn’t be seen like sound, and sharp like piercing wind whipped past him for a fraction of a second. Chi-Woo flinched a moment later. ‘Just now…?’

Although Chi-Woo was confident that he could respond to the king’s attack three or four out of ten times, he believed he would fail to react ten out of ten times with the previous attack.

“Ughhh!” A pained groan ripped through the air, and Chi-Woo’s eyes widened as the king staggered backward while clutching his abdomen, yellow liquid dripping from his wound. Eventually, he dropped down on one knee. It was a shocking sight. They had been unable to land a proper hit despite their best effort, let alone leave a scratch on the king.

‘Who the hell…’

The king’s face crumbled. He seemed to know who his attacker was. “How the hell did you…? You’ve been quiet as a corpse so far…! Are you planning to ruin everything!?”

Chi-Woo blinked as his gaze shifted back to where the king was shouting...