The Iron Serpent still retained the scorching heat, with the demon hunters holding onto the edge of the wreckage to avoid being thrown off this speeding serpent. The pain and the chill of the storm disturbed their minds, leaving them bewildered about what had gone wrong.
Suddenly, sharp hooks embedded in the Iron Serpent before the demon hunters could react. Sharp nail swords tore through the veil of rain, severing flesh and bone that hindered them.
A wound ripped open along the neck, splashing blood, revealing the internal severed section clearly. The demon hunter's face still held that startled expression as his eyes tried to look back, attempting to understand what happened in that brief moment, but he could only see the rushing whirlwind of death.
Upon landing on the Iron Serpent, Lorenzo released the hook gun, gripping the nail sword with both hands, sweeping it to whip up a storm of wind and blood.
