But it's still not enough, not enough.
Under the siege of these demons, Lorenzo still finds it hard to reach Lawrence the Dean, the truth he has pursued for years is about to leave.
Suddenly, dawn breaks.
It's the burning spear piercing through the night sky, the high-temperature metal rushing fiercely attached to semi-melted iron, bringing the fiercely burning liquid down like a torrential downpour.
This sudden iron rain lights up everything in sight, each drop of molten metal punctures through each demon below, finally solidifying on the ground, like erect tombstones.
Under the light, the sinister shadows stretch and twist beneath the demons, nailed to the tombstones then burned to ashes.
Even if they can foresee the future, it doesn't matter. Under such a massive attack, even if anticipated, Lawrence the Dean cannot escape. As the iron rain descends, countless demons pounce on him, acting like flesh shields, layer upon layer, blocking that fatal steel.
