Devil Hunter Hunter

A bleak evening.

Streetlights flickered over a residential neighborhood.

The figure who had severed Baek Yuntae’s head slowly slid the longsword back into its scabbard.

“What a pathetic fool.”

The hem of his Devil Hunter uniform fluttered in the night breeze.

Through the flapping fabric, a body wrapped tightly in bandages could be faintly seen.

He spread his palm toward Baek Yuntae’s corpse, his voice old and coarse.

A black aura surrounded Baek Yuntae’s body.

The aura slowly turned to smoke, which began to be absorbed into his hand.

At last, after absorbing all the smoke, he glared at his palm with blood-red eyes...