Calamities fall from the sky.
-Kwaaaaaa—!!!
Dozens of demonic beasts entangled in various colors plummet from the branch’s sky to the ground.
The martial artists who see this stare with horrified expressions.
At that moment.
“Cough! Ptui!”
With a single dry cough and rolling on the ground, Tang Soyeol spits out the dirt that entered her mouth and raises her body.
At the same time, she turns her gaze to scan the surroundings.
It’s a gaze as if searching for someone.
Where did he go? Tang Soyeol strokes her stomach while looking for the opponent, but.
He had disappeared long ago. No one was in the spot for quite some time.
As evidence, the pressure that had been oppressing all directions had also vanished.
Tang Soyeol frowned upon seeing that.
Because she missed the enemy? No.
‘The sensation.’
The sensation felt when hit was somehow strange.
She tries to focus on that sense of alienation for a moment, but.
-Krrrrrrr!! Kwaaaa–!!
Seeing the ones falling from the sky, there was no time to focus.
Tang Soyeol barely collects herself and shouts.
“All personnel. Prepare for battle.”
At the small but forceful voice, the martial artists assume their stances.
Kwaaaaaa—!!!
A roaring sound heard from afar.…