With Yeongban slung over his back, Jang Cheon-ho fled, but the pounding of massive footsteps chasing him filled him with a chilling fear he had never known before.

Each time he turned his head, the black shadow was closing the gap, its massive form looming larger and larger with each glance—a pressure far beyond imagination.

Could gyeonggong truly make such a difference? Fast or slow, Jang Cheon-ho was still a master at the pinnacle of martial arts. Such a skill shouldn’t allow someone to close the distance as if merely walking or running.

Jang Cheon-ho gritted his teeth.
If …