Without a moment's hesitation, the Nail Sword slashed down haphazardly, cutting off all the flesh that bound it, whether it was the Demon's or his own.
Striking repeatedly, as if unable to feel pain, until Moriarty pulled out his already partially severed arm from the flesh, his right leg already broken under the chaotic strikes, bleeding continuously, yet he no longer cared about these. Supporting himself with the Nail Sword with his single arm, he inch by inch drew closer to Lorenzo. Their battle wasn't over yet, and no one could interfere with them until it was.
The broken, staggering figure loomed tall in the sea of fire.
"I'm starting to think you truly are a madman."
Lorenzo said with a hint of admiration.
Under the sea of fire, that grim visage laughed loudly.
"It's a terrible world. If I can't correct it, then I'll let it correct me."
