The enormous and ferocious figure stood in front, its stature towering like a giant.
This was like an ancient solemn duel, Anthony did not retreat, not even hesitating as he charged. Seeing this, everyone froze, staring in a daze.
This was a scene like an oil painting. The Hundred-Armed Demon once again swung its arms. It remembered Anthony's aura and sensed the threat from the turbulent Secret Blood. It repeatedly picked up bricks and hurled them fiercely at Anthony. Stones flew, shattering on the ground, raising thick dust.
The stone rain fell, Anthony did not stop; instead, he sped up again.
This kind of offensive might be quite a pressure for other Demon Hunters, but for Anthony at the moment, it was not an issue at all. The burning Secret Blood provided him with endless strength. The rapidly changing battlefield now seemed infinitely slow in his eyes.
Slow, too slow.
