"How... how did you do it?" Jin looked ahead.
But Gang Reyong was no longer there.
In his place stood a towering, human-shaped shadow: a demon-like, terrifying figure that loomed before Jin’s eyes.
"The moment you tore through the Death Energy, you were already trapped in my illusion," the devil said in a flat, emotionless voice.
There was no anger, no mockery, no emotion at all.
It was like the voice of a corpse. A talking corpse.
"Are you the true form of that little brat?" Jin asked, narrowing his eyes. With a flick of his hand, the swirling Death Energy around him was instantly torn apart.
The undead, who had been just moments away from killing him, were shredded into pieces.
However, in the very next moment, the undead began to recover, rapidly.
"Hmm?"
Jin frowned and thrust his palm through the air.
Bang!
A terrifying shockwave rippled outward, shaking the entire area.
The undead were blasted back, some even hurled into the air.
But even so, Jin couldn’t push back the First-Stage Martial Undead very far, especially the goateed man whose Will manifested as a bell. Its defense was formidable.
"Not bad. They truly are one of a kind, being able to withstand that."
Jin raised a single finger high into the sky.
"Domain Art: Thousand Katana Slashes."
Swish!
Thousands of invisible slashes tore through the air, cutting down the undead one by one, until nothing remained but piles of meat paste.
However, though they tried to regenerate quickly, the invisible slashes continued without end, relentless, unforgiving.
"I want to see just how fast they can recover," Jin chuckled.
As expected, after some time, their regeneration began to slow. They still healed, but at a crawl compared to before.
"Hahaha, they’re still nothing—" Jin laughed with a manic grin, but his voice suddenly caught in his throat.
The undead recovered all at once.
In an instant, they transformed into colossal beings, towering giants that loomed before him, each one seemingly the size of a world.
They looked down at him, grinning.
One of them, Jin Hyuk, took a casual step forward and crushed Jin into the ground like a bug, reducing him to a mangled paste of flesh.
Jin’s meat wriggled grotesquely on the ground, weirdly, still alive:
"This... this isn’t possible... an illusion."
As expected, the moment he spoke, the world around him began to crack and crumble.
Jin opened his eyes and looked around.
The undead were still hacked into pieces, unmoving and they hadn’t recovered.
"This isn’t an illusion... right?" Jin thought, confusion clouding his mind. He turned his gaze toward the devil, the giant, shadowy human figure silently watching him.
It truly felt like a devil.
"What do you think?" Gang Reyong’s voice echoed like a whisper from the abyss. "Is this reality an illusion of your mind... or is your mind the illusion of this reality?"
He spoke like a true devil: cryptic and taunting.
Jin narrowed his eyes. "...I must admit, that illusion was powerful enough to trap even me. But do you really think that alone is enough to kill me?"
With that, he bit down hard on his own tongue.
Blood spurted from his mouth, splattering across the ground.
The world shattered around him once more, cracking like glass and he returned to the same scene.
His brows twitched.
"This is an illusion... again."
Reality fractured yet again, splintering like a broken vase.
Then, again, he was back.
"Again."
The world broke.
"Again."
And again.
Jin scoffed in disdain. "Useless." frёewebnoѵēl.com
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