The people beneath him were even more shocked, their widened eyes looking at the cold blue pupils of Chun Ma as if he was looking at worms underneath his feet.
He didn't have a hint of emotion on his face, nothing but endless coldness.
Every one of these people felt a chill in their hearts, and they trembled to even stand on their two feet.
Even Rim Soo-Yun was the same, her face pale.
Chun Ma was just there, standing in front of them. Neither did he make any intimidating gesture nor any movement, but his mere presence caused them to be so frightened that they packed their tails between their legs.
He turned to the side, and everyone felt their courage returning to their hearts, and they continued to climb with a hint of fear in their eyes.
The image of that night as the slaughter commenced was still vividly reflecting in their eyes.
'Sigh.' Chun Ma looked at his own hand. 'They are afraid of me, but I don't care as long as they don't get in my way.'
