"How… how did you do it?" Jin looked ahead.
But Gang Reyong was no longer there.
In his place stood a towering, human-shaped shadow: a demon-like, terrifying figure that loomed before Jin's eyes.
"The moment you tore through the Death Energy, you were already trapped in my illusion," the devil said in a flat, emotionless voice.
There was no anger, no mockery, no emotion at all.
It was like the voice of a corpse. A talking corpse.
"Are you the true form of that little brat?" Jin asked, narrowing his eyes. With a flick of his hand, the swirling Death Energy around him was instantly torn apart.
The undead, who had been just moments away from killing him, were shredded into pieces.
However, in the very next moment, the undead began to recover, rapidly.
"Hmm?"
Jin frowned and thrust his palm through the air.
Bang!
A terrifying shockwave rippled outward, shaking the entire area.
The undead were blasted back, some even hurled into the air.
