With a ghostly wail, Hoeseon Chang-gwi's spear struck, piercing Hong Dae-kwang's upper chest. Blood gushed out of the torn flesh, spilling uncontrollably.

Hong Dae-kwang raised his worn staff to deflect the spear, but the force behind it was weaker than a child's. His eyes had all but lost their light, and his body showed just how close he was to his absolute limit.

“Keh-keh.”

Hoeseon Chang-gwi chuckled softly, withdrawing his spear.