บท 267: Hunting Emperor in Pyongyang (3)

In the meantime, the King of the Great Mountain approached Jisu.

"Ah, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this in advance…"

Having said it, the king took out a boiled potato from the bag the tiger was carrying.

"Actually, it's not the monster emperor alone that we have to pay attention to."

"What do you mean?"

Chewing the potato, he said, "World Eater."

He mentioned that unexpected monster all of a sudden.

He continued, "I expect that monster will appear on the battlefield this time."

The Salamander stretched his right hand to the side. At that moment, a flame arose from his wrist and burst out like a breath.

Quaguaguagua!

The concrete was engulfed in the flames, leaving a long trace of it as if it were overturning a sandy beach. And on top of it was a sword.

Cheejeeeeeeee-

As if it was made of magma, a reddish sword was stuck in the ground, releasing gray smoke.

Soon, the sword flew to his hand. It was a huge sword, at least two meters.