章 167: The Trump Card

He didn't even have time to smile at having this trusted to him, wasting no time as he immediately sprinted forward.

As he crossed the street, sprinting with his utmost towards the gargantuan centipede, in which the capturer of Eunji rode, the Gumiho extended one of its large tails, sweeping it towards him in an attempt to stop him.

Though it came towards him with an unavoidable size, he kept his gaze forward, entrusting this to his comrades.

As he had believed, the tail was stopped by a piercing flash that came from the swift, black-haired young leader.

"Go!" Ma-Ri shouted, repelling the tail as the group continued their battle against the fox.

He nodded, picking up enough speed to conjure a howling wind around himself while his frizzy, vermilion locks were brushed in the fierce wind.