Demons encircled, waving sharp teeth and claws, they formed groups, mixed with those enhanced demons, iron armors and flames, their figures tall, like giants.
Bola stood in a safe zone, watching the figures beyond the sea of fire from afar.
He turned his back to himself, holding dual swords, dazzling flames rolling around, they reversed and soared, evaporating puddles and bringing dense fog.
This scene seemed familiar, as if long ago, Bola had witnessed similar scenes and participated in similar battles.
[Leave them to me.]
A familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind, Bola panicked for a moment, then realized it was Lorenzo's voice.
Bola remembered.
During the battle in Ende Town, Bola also stood in a safe area, witnessing Lorenzo single-handedly curbing the tide-like demons.
Everything seemed unchanged, yet as if everything was completely different.
The demon hunter who would bleed and get hurt before, now turned into such a terrifying form.
