In short, he charged wherever the demons were thinnest, staying as far away as possible from high-ranking demons and Demon Lords.
The general direction was toward the devil's defensive line.
"Fight!!!" Lying atop the Soul Furnace, David's claws ceaselessly scraped ear-piercing sparks across the battlefield of Avernus.
Weapons from the lower planes, some exquisite and others crude, lay scattered nearby. They began to melt together with the viscous blood, finally coalescing under David's twin claws. Two Abyssal Iron Greatswords, each four meters long, took shape, and he abruptly rose to his feet.
Steering a chariot already caked with a layer of blood scabs and harnessing its immense inertial force, he was like Lü Bu from 'Three Kingdoms Unmatched' riding Red Hare with his ultimate skill active. One sweep of his sword was like a scythe through a neat field of leeks; he was invincible.
