The fight resumed without the slightest pause. The Antichrist, whose body was covered in hundreds of gashes from which a blackish blood spurted, let out a howl of pure rage. The sulfur lances still suspended in the air multiplied by the thousands. They came down in an infernal rain, transforming the laboratory into a veritable grid of burning projectiles.
Klein did not retreat; he activated Dash again and reappeared a few meters to the side. His katana cut through a dozen lances in a single stroke. The fragments of molten sulfur burst around him and scorched the obsidian floor. Another wave came immediately. He pivoted, the black blade in hand, and cut again, again, and again. Each impact sent sparks and acrid smoke flying. One lance managed to graze his shoulder.
