The Nail Sword was like a paintbrush, lightly tracing along with its sharp edge, a burning sun-like blaze emerged, standing before Lorenzo, its dazzling light roared with flames.
The existence of the sun lasted for less than a few seconds before the intense power could no longer be contained, collapsing instantaneously.
The light burst into a blazing white impact, sweeping over the dark crowd of demons.
In an instant, everything around that could burn was commanded to combust; they began to disintegrate and boil, walls turned scorched black, and the dead bodies began to turn to ash, shattering everywhere.
The demons' bodies glowed with a red light, scorched like red-hot coals.
They could no longer move, the deadly heat instantly snatched away their lives, at this moment, they were nothing more than dead sculptures. Lorenzo strode forward, swung the Nail Sword, shattering these motionless demons, raising a storm of ashes to flow past.
