With Yeongban on his back, Jang Cheon-ho fled, feeling an intense, unexplainable fear at the pounding, heavy footsteps chasing him from behind—a terror unlike anything he had ever felt before. Every time he looked back, the black shadow closing in grew larger, its size expanding with each glance. The pressure was far greater than he had imagined.

Had Gyeonggong always been capable of creating such a vast difference in speed? Whether slow or fast, the pursuer was at an elite level of martial prowess. It wasn’t a skill that could close such a gap by mere walking or running.

Jang …