Gift

Under the stares of hundreds of murderous eyes, Han Jin's body suddenly sunk into the ground like a victim who had fallen into a swamp. The long sword shooting toward him passed his head and flew into the distance.

Ha... Han Jin sneered. It was the last gift he would leave for the knights, which made every single one of them feel a chill on their backs. They all knew that things were not over yet, and wouldn't be over.

"What spell is that?" A knight exclaimed.

"What the hell are you doing! Get up! Don't stand there like fools!" The middle-aged knight sprang to his feet and roared, "Catch him! Quickly!!"

"My Lord, shall we send someone to report to the general?"