Chapter 201
A horde of monstrosities rushed across the surface of the sea — twisted beasts, half-bat, half-fish. Their slick blue scales glimmered under the sun, clashing unnaturally with their black leathery wings. Their monstrous bat-like heads bore crimson eyes radiating bloodlust, each locked squarely onto one man.
Han.
Levitating off the ground, he descended slowly, his feet touching the water's surface without a ripple. His body bent forward slightly, hands clawed at his sides as he stared down the encroaching army with cold resolve. He didn't care how much planning the Cursed had put into this — how many traps or trump cards they still had hidden. He didn't care how large this wave was or how overwhelming their presence appeared.
All that mattered now… was ending them.
Whatever game the Cursed were playing, Han knew one thing for certain — only the strongest would survive.
And he had every intention of being the last one left standing.
