‘This look of hyung’s really does suit the word madness.’
There was probably no other way to describe it. Sama Hyeon watched as he stuffed down White Scale Medical Pavilion Spirit Pills for Internal Injury, along with unidentified emergency medicines. Hyung had always been like this.
Fight, break apart. Patch the pieces back together, then fight again. That whole sequence.
He always “won.” Even if all four limbs were shattered, in the end he would still seize the stars. Those shining eyes.
That madness- ‘It almost feels...’ Like some kind of sacred ritual.
“Are you okay?”
“With this much emergency treatment, I probably won’t have my Ren and Du Meridians burst while fighting. Khehehehe! Uwaaaak!”
And then he vomited blood from his mouth again. That horrifying sight was less like a physician and more...
“...”
A better word for him might have been evil spirit or devil. But the man’s spirit. That spirit alone.
There was a light in it that could never be hidden by such a pitiful body of flesh, and because of that, Sama Hyeon could not look away.
‘Hyung really succeeded in destroying that enormous grand formation of the Demonic Cult all by himself.’
In all his life, Sama Hyeon had never seen such a vicious formation. But of course. A master formation made to kill even a Transformation Realm master was bound to be like that.
‘And he broke it alone?’