"Where's Medanzo? Is anyone still alive?"
Anthony shouted loudly, perhaps Medanzo's armor could withstand this concentrated attack and strike the Hundred-Headed Demon, driving it back into the Static Holy Temple.
Looking towards the other end of the dust cloud, several Demon Hunters raised their Nail Swords. Their Authority was Medanzo, understanding Anthony's intention. Dense Iron Armor covered them, practically wrapping them into an Iron Coffin.
"No... this won't stop it, at least not before a critical breakthrough."
The eerie sounds echoed in people's ears, followed by the voice continuing its story.
"Priest, their lives should be used in more critical places."
Anthony followed the sound and saw in the shadows not far away, a grotesque and terrifying presence slowly crawling out of the dark.
"You..."
Anthony's gaze froze, unable to look away.
