This terrible situation didn't last long. The Nail Sword pierced through the gap and turned forcefully, easily severing the Plague Doctor's long tail. The next moment, both of them fell to the bottom.
Only two dull thuds were heard as they fell onto the cold ground. Blood soaked the ground, pooling into two puddles of blood. Not far from them was the emptied pool, and from the pitch-black bottom, the Demon let out bloodthirsty pants.
"Authority · Yanar? No, the so-called Authority is just a term the Demon Hunting Order uses to mythologize demon characteristics."
Lawrence stood up from the pool of blood. His other arm was completely broken, with bone piercing through the skin exposed outside. Even the Secret Blood healing such an injury needed some time. He used the only arm he could move to prop up the Nail Sword, wobbling as he stood.
