That was a torrent running through the vision, the flowing bright white like a living dragon, scattered sparks turning into flickering particles dancing wildly, as Lorenzo's swing of the sword ignited the bright white explosion.
The Purifying Flame surged wantonly, the burning range instantly swept the entire courtyard.
Since the sword strikes could not accurately hit, why not keep expanding the area of destruction, expanding it to a place where Dean Lawrence had no space to evade.
Within the pure white sea of fire, the crimson figure began to burn. Dean Lawrence's Secret Blood also surged, he hadn't swung his sword this forcefully in a long time. His elderly body was like a machine long sealed in a warehouse, he exerted strength to move once again, shaking off the dust and iron filings.
In the dazzling light, the Nail Sword struck the armor of Lorenzo for the second time, yet this time Dean Lawrence's swing failed to move Lorenzo at all.
