It was over.
"HEHEHEHE!"
A devilish laughter rang out from Norald, who looked at the pathetic creature hanging on its horn.
Van slowly raised his head, looking up at the creature whose maw was wide open, crackling with devilish laughter.
In that moment, veins of anger and insanity rippled across his face.
His right arm shifted upward, forming a massive spear more than thirty meters long.
Immediately, Van stabbed it forward, nailing it into Norald's maw, barely stopped by the bony teeth.
He used it to pull himself forward, and even though the horn was cutting deeper into his chest, he ignored the pain with clenched teeth.
When he reached just half a meter away from Norald.
His hand reached out, grasping the side of Norald's maw, and immediately, a spear erupted from both hands, tearing into the creature's maw.
"Come laugh with me in hell, then. Hehehehe!"
Van roared, insanely throwing his head back and laughing like a man with nothing left to lose.
