Gripping the resentful bite in his hand, the long, dark blade effortlessly severed everything it touched. Whether steel or flesh, under Bologue's swing, all was shattered, with warm blood spatter and debris swirling wildly, like paint, wantonly splashing and staining the metal.
Bologue sensed the lethal nature of the blade in his hand, reminiscent of the Iron-Cutting Sword he had faced before. Cold metal with absolute severing capability, anything it touched was completely torn apart.
In such a situation, acquiring such a weapon brought unimaginable enhancement to Bologue. From this moment, though he remained a mortal, he possessed the power to slay formidable foes.
The horrifying and fearsome Limbless was no longer an unsolvable existence. As long as Bologue managed to send the resentful bite into its heart, he would thoroughly kill this twisted monster.
"Hart!"
