The Same as Before, Yet Different

“Aaaaaagh!”

The Black Lion writhed, unable to endure the pain.

He tried to flee, but with his limbs severed, he could no longer do anything.

Yeo Un-hwi coldly looked down at the Black Lion suffering in the pool of blood he had shed.

Soon, Yeo Un-hwi swung his sword once more.

Sshhk.

The Black Lion’s writhing stopped, and a head rolled beside him.

He had been decapitated.

Yeo Un-hwi murmured quietly.

“Next.”...