Chapter 246
The very next moment, Han blurred again—his figure vanishing, then reappearing before another warrior. His palm struck its head with surgical precision. The stone helmet cracked, shattered, and exploded, its body collapsing before it could even react.
Han moved like a phantom, weaving through the horde, striking with brutal efficiency. Heads rolled. Bodies cracked and melted. Each movement was deliberate, fast, merciless.
Yet… something was wrong.
By now, he had culled more than three hundred of them, far beyond what should have been left of the summoned army. And still—more came.
Han's eyes narrowed. This isn't just a summoning. He's cycling them. Endless fodder…
His patience snapped. He shot into the sky, fire coiling around his spinning form.
"Tenth Jungle Art: Falcon Dive!"
