Savage in its charge, the Ghost Truck appeared and vanished at all sorts of inconceivable angles in the thick fog. It was already a nightmare in itself, but the survivors who had used every trick they had to dodge its charge were about to face another.
Han Su slashed Ms. Whiskey's throat, then hurled her aside, impaling a figure that had struggled to its feet.
Immediately afterward, he rushed forward and kicked another person in the neck with a soccer-style follow-through, snapping it as the figure screamed in terror.
He spun around, drew his makeshift long knife, and charged at a figure barreling toward him with a furious roar.
One man, one truck; one savage, one nimble; one towering, one elusive.
Amid the fog's nightmare-like chaos, they covered each other as they began to reap lives.
The Ghost Truck appeared and vanished through the fog, its engine roaring like a beast as it plowed into fleeing figures one after another.
Han Su wielded his long knife, striking even more viciously.
Those who had dodged the Ghost Truck's crushing charge had all displayed a mature command of Mysterious Power.
At the very least, they could accurately judge what kind of Mysterious Power they needed to survive against such a monster. They could also stay focused under the tremendous impact, allowing them to use their Cipher Incantations at the crucial moment.
If the Disaster Management Bureau were conducting an assessment, only those who survived the Ghost Truck's charge could be considered qualified investigators.
But who could have anticipated that Han Su would be beside the Ghost Truck?
At that moment, Han Su hadn't even rushed to use a Cipher Incantation, conserving his Mental Power and relying on the simplest, most efficient methods.
But that was enough.
Cipher Incantations could kill, and so