The pitch-black armor enveloped Lorenzo, with blazing white flames slowly rising from the gaps in the armor.
After the brutal massacre, Lorenzo regained the upper hand amidst the blood.
The remaining three invaders looked at the demon hunter before them with extreme fear. They had never encountered anything like this; they were completely unaware of this shadowy side of the world. To them, this was a creature that only exists in myths.
"I... I..."
One of them spoke in panic.
They had seen fully armed soldiers and witnessed creations of steel, but had never seen anything as terrifying as Lorenzo.
Yet at this moment, another roar echoed.
"The time for loyalty has come!"
With a roar, a shadow burst through the door, randomly pointing a shotgun in hand, his expression angry and impassioned, determined to die heroically.
"Yawei?"
