In the midst of the blazing inferno, a figure leapt up, hurling the girl under his arm with force. With a scream, Red Falcon was knocked back by this unexpected disaster, and in mid-air, the second-rate detective twisted in an almost eerie manner, as the blazing white fire surged from the gun barrel, arriving alongside the thunder.
Countless hands stretched out from the sea of fire, attempting to cross this searing boundary, but heavy bullets fell soon after, driving them back one by one. Then Lorenzo, grasping the silver-white sword, descended like lightning, so fast that only a pale white light could be seen.
Whether it was steel, flames, or the bodies of demons, they were dazzling sparks, like a falling swarm of stars, all severed completely.
"Cut the hooks!"
Red Falcon pushed Eve aside and shouted at Lorenzo.
But this detective seemed to have no intention of following his orders. He slowly turned around, looked at Red Falcon, and asked.
