In this moment, the legendary myth overlapped with reality, and those hideous and hateful entities tore through the barriers of reality and descended into the world.
Lorenzo walked forward, and as he moved, his scarred armor fell off one by one, revealing the burning body beneath. He was like a Flame Demon, and wherever he stepped was filled with brilliance, with flames boiling and dancing on the footprints he left behind.
The cold warriors instinctively feared him; no one gave an order, but they stood motionless like stone pillars.
Lorenzo's appearance marked the end of this battle. He strode towards Lawrence, who was nailed in place.
"You really have changed a lot, I didn't expect to lose to you."
Lawrence hung his head, he had thought he might lose, but he didn't expect to lose so miserably, having no chance to fight back against Lorenzo's frenzied onslaught.
"You haven't lost yet, Lawrence. You and I both know where the true battle lies."
