Blood sprayed from the wound I had opened in the middle of his Silver Fang uniform, staining Laios's white clothes crimson. Despite that, he wore a demonic smile.
This fight wasn't over yet. Quite the opposite—it was only beginning. And now that I had landed a blow on him, his fighting spirit had undoubtedly received a boost.
The contract he had made with Hel hadn't merely made him strong enough to defeat the Battalion leader and take his position. It had also allowed him to revel even more in the fury of battle.
The flesh around his wound twisted, almost instantly sealing the gash I had opened, courtesy of the goddess of the dead.
If there was anything worse than someone consumed by bloodlust, it was someone consumed by bloodlust with an almost immortal body.
