The dark whirlwind followed in its wake, swallowing the surrounding dust and debris as the enormous lance rushed toward the Fiend.
CRUUUUUNCH!
BOOOOOOOM!
The ten-meter blood lance slammed into Kethos's torso, drilling straight through its flesh and tearing its body apart from the inside.
"KKHRRCCHHH!!"
A gigantic hole was blasted through its abdomen, while the tremendous force of the impact sent chunks of flesh flying in every direction.
The explosion spread across the ruined street, raising another enormous cloud of dust and smoke.
SWISH!
Arnold leaped down from the rooftop, landing on the street with his sword still in hand.
"Did you get him?" he asked, looking toward the cloud of smoke.
Amon slowly descended, his wings beating steadily behind him.
"I don't think that'll be enough to finish him."
Since Kethos have regeneration ability it was unlikely for it to die so easily.
"You bastards!"
