Chapter 513: Twilight (4)
Jeong Yeon-shin stood still, his gaze fixed on the Ipwang Fortress banner he had planted.
Yet, despite the sheer number of martial artists gathered beyond the main gate—not a single one moved.
Jeong Yeon-shin, the Annihilation of the Wastelands.
As the winter wind began to stir once more, the hem of his violet robe fluttered. But unlike when he had first appeared at the onset of battle, his robes were no longer pristine.
Streaked with dark crimson, the cloth bore crude strokes of blood, as if painted with the chaos of war.
And the young man who now blocked the gates of Ipwang Fortress stood as the undisputed sovereign of martial suppression.
"......."
No one moved to break the banner, its pole fashioned from the spear of Ak Su-rim.
The aura of the martial artists, which had once radiated in a show of dominance, had now dissipated into irrelevance.
Step.
The only one who moved—with a measured pace and a flowing violet robe—was the woman.
At some point, as if by some sleight of hand, she had subdued Haeil Kwoncheon, the man who had burned the winter air as if summoning the infernal depths of hell.