The naked black blade bore a shimmering sound as it pierced into the sides of the Basilisk, raised it high up into the sky, and as it came down with more applied force. The body of the monster split into two.
/huff /huff /huff
While it was amazing to watch Raith from behind, Mok Jun-Seo was reaching his limit. There was an endless outpour to the numbers of the Basilisks and it was beginning to get tiring.
The ice ground was covered with carcasses of them, if Mok Jun-Seo was to put a number to the monsters he had killed on his own alone, it'd be over a hundred. And Raith was much faster than he was.
The whole ground was messed up with dead monsters, it wasn't a spectacle to behold, it was a gruesome war ground.
"I think I've reached my limit."
Mok Jun-Seo was reluctant to speak at first, but he did anyways. There was no point in dragging the hunter down.
