After Baek Su-ryong drew his sword in the air and vanished from the battlefield along with the Blood Demon.
“……” Namgung-soo quietly gazed at the shimmering space.
It was a faint trace left behind when Baek Su-ryong swung his sword.
The extraordinary master, sensitive to energy, sensed something beyond that space.
Something transcending martial arts.
When concentrating his senses to the extreme, he faintly felt the collision of a horrifically intense energy wave.
“Save your strength. It’s not yet your time to step forward.”
Muttering this quietly, Namgung-soo stared hard at the shimmering space until a familiar voice sounded beside him.
“……I just don’t understand what on earth is going on. Do you know anything?”
It was Sword Saint.
Bloodstained rags hung from his body, revealing deep wounds.
Injuries bad enough to need several months of recovery.
He continued with a tired voice.