Perhaps due to his inner anxiety, Lorenzo did not notice the gaze from behind; he walked hurriedly within these steel fortifications, his thoughts racing.
At this moment, the scale of death was gradually rising in Lorenzo's mind, with Dean Lawrence on one side and Lorenzo himself on the other.
He pondered their strengths and weaknesses.
Dean Lawrence possessed the Holy Grail, the ability of Shangdafeng to foresee the future, the power to traverse the [Gap], and the demon group created by the inferior Secret Blood.
Lorenzo had Watson as a Pseudo Holy Grail, Medanzo's authority, and the assistance of the Purification Mechanism.
Although Old Dunling was Lorenzo's home ground, they were very passive; Dean Lawrence could strike from the shadows at any moment, or perhaps...he was already here now.
Lorenzo lowered his head, this line of thought was more grueling than ever before, perhaps that's why he didn't even realize Red Falcon was walking towards him.
"Lorenzo!"
