Yu Jung-Hyeok pointed the tip of his blade at Sun Wukong and slowly opened his lips.
- How did you expect me to respond when you were emitting that much demonic energy?
The [Voice Projection] was meant to send one's voice to a designated target. However, Sun Wukong didn't reply. Instead, it was the [Murim dumpling] on his shoulder that did.
- [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] is a good weapon.
That voice was thick with an untold length of time it had lived through, prompting Yu Jung-Hyeok to strengthen the sword aura permeating on his blade.
The dumpling spoke while opening its eyes to stare at the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] buzzing with the transcendental power.
- However, will you be able to cut me down with a broken weapon?
Indeed, there was a faint crack running in the middle of the sword.