As the goons of the Black Ring retreated, their cowardice was short-lived, for reinforcements soon arrived in the form of heavily armed vehicles. These metal behemoths barreled forward, their tires screeching against the asphalt as they unleashed a barrage of gunfire toward Leo. The air filled with the staccato rhythm of bullets, each one a lethal projectile seeking to find its mark.
Leo's eyes narrowed with determination as he assessed the situation. He knew he could no longer hold back, for the tide of battle had shifted, and his survival depended on his ability to harness the full extent of his powers. With a swift gesture and a focused mind, he sent a telepathic command to the demonic serpent coiled around him, urging it to strike with all its infernal might.