Gam Hu-jeong’s end was wretched. Perhaps thanks to his helmet and leather vest, he seemed to hold out for a little at first. He thrashed about, trying to escape the poison net, then soon swallowed a scream through clenched teeth and collapsed.
The Poison King draped his long robe over his shoulders and stood beside me.
“The Soul-Slaying Net does not dig into flesh if one does not move. If, the moment it falls over you, you stay calm, take off your clothes to block it, and shake it off properly, it is possible to survive. Of course, if your clothes are cut through at once, that is the end.”
It sounded like the method to counter the Soul-Slaying Net. It had to be an absolute secret, yet the Poison King told me as if it were nothing.
I tilted my head, wondering why he was saying such a thing, then my chest strangely swelled at the feeling that he seemed to be acknowledging me as one of the Tang Clan’s people. If there were clothes that could withstand the Soul-Slaying Net, said to even cut steel, then those clothes would also be a treasure.
Even knowing the countermeasure, if one tried it with just any clothes in hand, he would be cut to pieces and die on the spot. The Poison King glared at Gam Hu-jeong with cold eyes.