Demons were everywhere, brandishing their fangs and claws. They came in groups, mixed with enhanced demons, with armor and fireworks. They were tall, like giants.
Shrike stood in a safe area, looking at the figure behind the sea of fire from afar.
He had his back to himself, holding two swords, and dazzling fireworks were rolling around him. They rose up in reverse, evaporating the accumulated water and bringing thick fog.
The scene seemed familiar, as if Shrike had witnessed a similar scene and participated in a similar battle long ago.
[Leave them to me.]
A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind. Shrike was startled for a moment, then realized that it was Lorenzo's voice.
The Shrike remembered.
During the battle in Ende Town, Shrike was standing in a safe area just like he is now, watching Lorenzo single-handedly hold back the tide of demons.
Nothing seems to have changed, yet everything seems to have completely changed.
The demon hunter who used to bleed and get hurt has now become such a terrifying person.
In an instant, the extreme high temperature expanded.
The naked eye cannot discern the existence of high temperatures, and its presence can only be seen through the heated and distorted air and the expelled rain.
Many sparks bloomed in the air around Lorenzo. They were dust drifting in the strong wind, flickering and extinguishing under the burning of Power Michael.
The battle is about to begin.
The demons roared and advanced, rushing towards them like a tide of death, but Lorenzo remained unmoved. He just stood there, ready for battle.
Then he witnessed these advancing demons and saw with his own eyes their flesh and blood falling apart under the high temperature.
This is a somewhat indescribable scene. The moment the demon stepped into Lorenzo's territory, its body lit up with a blazing red light, but soon the light dimmed and turned into a gray-black charred shell. Only in the cracks could a little red light still be seen.
Most of the demons could only advance to the outskirts of the area. Under the high temperature, their bodies were burned into charcoal and stood up like black sculptures.
Lorenzo began to move forward, and there was a constant hissing sound as the accumulated water evaporated.
Some strengthened demons also stepped in. Some of them possessed immortality and extremely strong self-healing abilities, allowing them to go deeper into the area.
The burned shell on his body was also being shed under the constantly regenerating flesh and blood, just like a cicada pupa shedding its shell.
Very close, close enough that they could chop off Lorenzo's head with a single swing of their claws.
Lorenzo raised his arm with difficulty and did not resist, but when the sharp claw fell, the demon felt that he had swung in the air, and then he realized that his entire arm had disappeared.
Demons have no reason at all. They only act on instinct and find it difficult to think about what is going on.
Lorenzo stepped forward and the demon's entire face disappeared, followed by its neck, torso, legs, and finally its extended tail.
The demon disappeared.
No, this is not disappearance, but after stepping into the core of the field, it was instantly vaporized by the terrifying high temperature.
All that remained of them were floating ashes, and these ashes were being burned again within the area, emitting tiny sparks of fire that looked like twinkling stars.