A massive shadow loomed, covering the sky.

Beneath it, Cheonma (Heavenly Demon), clad in a black robe, descended slowly.

A man wearing a cracked mask and standing with his hands clasped behind his back gradually approached the ground.

The gathered warriors below fixed their gazes on Cheonma with intense focus.

“That man…!”

“How dare he shamelessly show himself here again…!!”

Clang—!
Swish—!!

Every martial artist drew their swords simultaneously, and murderous intent filled the air.

It was a moment of extreme tension.

Everyone seethed with rage, ready to cut Cheonma down at any moment.

[Heh.]

Yet, Cheonma merely let …