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    Ha Yeo-un swung his sword. The blade, enveloped in Sword aura, seemed to instantly increase in length.

    Although it was a sudden, unannounced movement, the Demonic spirit, who had not lowered his guard, was able to dodge quickly.

    At the same time, the Undead around Ha Yeo-un rushed in all at once.

    Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

    A massive roar, as if a mountain was collapsing, poured out incessantly. A thick cloud of dust billowed up, obscuring the scene for those with low Martial Arts, who couldn’t even tell what was happening. Sparks flew from the friction as weapons clashed.

    Each time Ha Yeo-un’s sword moved, the limbs of the Iron Corpse Fiends scattered into the sky.

    Ha Yeo-un moved like that for a while, slicing through the Undead, when he suddenly felt something was wrong. The Undead whose limbs he had clearly severed were charging back at him, looking perfectly fine.

    “Heh…!”

    Then, he saw an Undead bringing the arm he had cut off and sticking it back on. He was so dumbfounded by the bizarre and grotesque sight that he let out a hollow laugh.

    Even though they were moving without life, their foundation was still a human body. But how could a human body, which wasn’t clay, be stuck back together like that?

    The Undead who had reattached the severed limbs moved less naturally and were clumsier than before, but there was no problem with the movement itself.

    “…Indeed. Enough to become the public enemy of the entire Murim in the past.”

    Even the Heavenly Demon himself had never seen such a bizarre technique as the sorcery they were using.

    The formation technique that sucked the life force out of people and supplied it to the Undead, and the Undead that reattached severed body parts, were exceedingly strange.

    “It seems they researched the Undead within this formation. What I saw below were failures, and these Undead are some kind of success.”

    How much can they reattach?

    A head? A waist? How many times can they reattach limbs?

    Many questions arose.

    If Demon Asura were to research the Undead, it would be best to preserve their original form as much as possible, but dealing with them took priority.

    Ha Yeo-un cut off the Undead’s head and crushed the severed head.

    Suddenly, one of the severed heads looked familiar. It was the one who had been with Eun-hyeon at the Moshan Sect’s dojang not long ago.

    They said they were researching Undead, but in the end, he became one himself.

    Ha Yeo-un muttered inwardly, then suddenly noticed that the Undead were acting strangely. It seemed they weren’t attacking, but rather taking specific positions.

    And in that instant, the flow of Qi began to twist strangely.

    Formation!

    The Undead were using their bodies to form a formation. Ha Yeo-un kicked or slashed at the Undead who were the core of the formation, one by one. But each time, other Undead took their place, or slightly altered the flow of the formation and moved.

    It was infuriating.

    The formation that the Undead created with their bodies was a kind of prison. Since it wasn’t easy to fight Ha Yeo-un, they were trying to trap him inside by creating a small formation with their bodies.

    If he broke it, they would fill it again; if he broke it, they would fill it again.

    It was like playing a frantic game of chess.

    Meanwhile, Eun-hyeon was lying down with his Blood Point sealed, watching Ha Yeo-un.

    Because Ha Yeo-un had sealed his Blood Point, he had prevented the poison from spreading further and worsening his condition, but he was unable to move because of it.

    Ha Yeo-un had the three Dark Shadow and the Amhon leader protect Eun-hyeon. They did not reveal themselves, but they were moving discreetly to prevent any threat from approaching Eun-hyeon.

    Eun-hyeon was nervous at first, but after seeing that no threat came to him, he realized that someone was helping him. And to recover even a little, he attempted Qi Circulation.

    At first, the poison was too strong, and he couldn’t even move, let alone perform Qi Circulation. But soon, he realized that he was familiar with the poison that had invaded his body. It was the poison that he had been continuously poisoned with and driven out with Qi Circulation after possessing Namgung Eun-hyeon’s body.

    Since it was a familiar poison, driving it out was also familiar.

    Moreover, since he had formed a proper dantian before entering the formation, the speed of his Qi Circulation was also much faster than before.

    With the single-minded determination not to become a shackle or burden to Ha Yeo-un, Eun-hyeon desperately performed Qi Circulation to drive out the poison.

    A sour smell and poisonous energy began to flow out around Eun-hyeon’s body.

    Even if it was impossible to completely drive out all the poison right away, it wouldn’t take long to be able to move his body.

    “Hoo…”

    As he continued to perform Qi Circulation after driving out the poison, the Blood Point that Ha Yeo-un had sealed was gradually released.

    Eun-hyeon took a deep breath. The sensation that had been squeezing his heart disappeared.

    He slowly moved his hands and feet to loosen his stiff muscles.

    Ha Yeo-un was the first to notice this situation with Eun-hyeon, but he didn’t show it. This was because he was wary of the Demonic spirit’s attention turning to Eun-hyeon if he approached. Ha Yeo-un began to attack faster and more fiercely so that the Demonic spirit could not come to his senses.

    He endlessly cut down the Undead and crushed them so that they could not regenerate.

    If Eun-hyeon had not been able to drive out the poison on his own, he would have used Demonic Art to kill them all. But since Eun-hyeon had driven out the poison on his own, Ha Yeo-un was going to watch a little longer.

    He hadn’t completely detoxified, but he had driven out the poison and performed Qi Circulation on his own.

    Ha Yeo-un smiled to himself, feeling proud of Eun-hyeon.

    Because fragments of the Undead’s severed head splattered on Ha Yeo-un’s face and clothes, the Blood Demon, who saw Ha Yeo-un’s smile, turned pale.

    The Undead, who had been cut down by Ha Yeo-un three or four times each, could only exert about half of their initial energy.

    Ha Yeo-un crushed half of the Undead so that they couldn’t move at all, and slashed the remaining half several times to reduce their power.

    As the number of Undead decreased to the point where they could not use the formation technique, the Undead were clearly unable to exert their strength as before. The Demonic spirit watched this and burst into anger. In the end, he couldn’t stand it and jumped directly into the Undead.

    “You vicious bastard! My Undead!”

    He had tried not to show it, but his stomach churned every time the Undead were crushed by Ha Yeo-un’s hands.

    The Undead that were there now were all handmade by the Demonic spirit, and he didn’t know how much money had been spent on each Undead. That was also the reason why he had bothered to join hands with that stupid and noisy Madam Hwang.

    He couldn’t stand it any longer when all those Undead were crushed so that they couldn’t be used again.

    The Demonic spirit shook a staff in one hand and a bell in the other. He used sorcery to reinforce the energy of the Undead and helped the energy of the formation enter the Undead faster.

    The Undead had a tendency to become stronger the closer they got to the sorcerer who created them.

    As the Demonic spirit came closer, adding strength, the Undead’s body parts, which had been attached haphazardly, gradually became firmly attached, and the depleted internal energy began to be replenished. Only then did the Demonic spirit breathe a sigh of relief.

    Ha Yeo-un frowned as he watched the Undead recover quickly.

    He wasn’t interested in sorcery, so he couldn’t know exactly what tricks the Demonic spirit was playing, but it was clear that he had to get rid of that staff and bell first.

    He was about to make a move towards the Demonic spirit when he heard Namgung Eun-gwang’s voice, who was supposed to be at Godeok Temple.

    “W-What on earth is going on?”

    Namgung Eun-gwang grabbed his head and staggered as he looked at the place that had become a mess with Undead.

    “Mother, are you alright? What is this…? Aren’t these Undead?”

    He was greatly shocked and drew his sword.

    The Demonic spirit, who was watching this, frowned.

    They had even brought Namgung Eun-gwang to reassure the Eldest Young Master, but Eun-gwang’s existence was a nuisance to them. So, they had decided to put Namgung Eun-gwang to sleep with Sleep Incense until everything was over.

    But somehow, Namgung Eun-gwang had woken up before things were over. If Namgung Eun-gwang joined the fight in the current situation, things would become complicated.

    The Demonic spirit and the Blood Demon glared at Madam Hwang, and the flustered Madam Hwang grabbed Eun-gwang’s arm.

    “E-Eun-gwang-ah. This mother will explain it to you, so come this way. It’s dangerous over there. Okay?”

    “Ho, it seems that Young Master Eun-gwang doesn’t know anything about this? You came all the way here, and you don’t know what your mother has done? That’s hard to believe.”

    Madam Hwang tried to explain hastily, but Ha Yeo-un interrupted.

    “Great Hero Ha…! What on earth are you talking about…?”

    “Can’t you tell by looking at this situation? Namgung’s Matriach not only tried to poison the Namgung Eldest Young Master, but also joined hands with the remnants of the Hongbaek Sect.”

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