The Demon Hunter panted, watching the figure entangled in battle with the Demon. He still remembered Anthony's teachings: as a new generation of Demon Hunters, they were not bound by the Silver Binding Bolt's restrictions, so they had to control themselves. At moments not steeped in despair, they absolutely should not step into the forbidden realm.
Is this the moment of despair?
The Demon Hunter himself was unsure, but one thing he knew clearly—he was hesitant and feared the presence in the darkness, which was why he hadn't crossed the threshold, resulting in his current poor condition.
As long as he stepped into the darkness, these wounds would heal quickly, and he would gain greater strength to eliminate all these Demons...
Countless whispers echoed by his ear until suddenly, a hand grabbed him forcefully.
"Are you okay!"
Anthony, wielding a blood-soaked Nail Sword, shouted at the Demon Hunter.
