#113. Pursuit Squad (3)

#113. Pursuit Squad (3)

The earth was scorched by a bolt of lightning from the sky. Massive craters pocked the ground, and thick sparks leaped up here and there.

Someone struggled to get to their feet in the center of it all.

“Th-That’s impossible... Are you some kind of immortal...?”

With his mask burned away, the man’s face was a gruesome sight. It was twisted so grotesquely that it hardly looked human, as if several people’s faces had been stitched together like a rag doll. His voice was just as strange.

Shock spread across his face. Fear and terror filled his eyes as he stared at me.

“I’m a mage.”

Shhk. With a light swing of my sword, I severed his head. Black blood, like the foul water in a sewer rather than the blood of an ordinary person, spilled out.

‘He doesn’t seem like an ordinary demonic cultivator...’

I soon lost interest. There was no point agonizing over something I couldn’t figure out anyway...