Lucas's expression was fierce, his mind consumed by madness, devoid of any restraint.
Pointing his blood sword at John and Seraphina, a sick smile spread across his face as he raved, "A whore and a lowlife, both of you can go to hell!"
As Lucas's words ended, the sea of blood surged.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!"
Arrows, seemingly condensed from blood, tore through the air with a terrifying sound, showering down on John and Seraphina like rain.
Seraphina, witnessing the dense barrage of blood arrows above, showed a grave expression.
With such an exaggerated range and intensity of attack, it was impossible for them to evade!
Seraphina glanced at John's figure ahead of her and sighed softly.
Were they truly destined to meet their end here?
Once again, the outside world held its breath, eyes filled with tension.
Whether it was Seraphina or John, their demise here would undoubtedly cause a major uproar in the Federation.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!