A surge of immense power flooded in an instant, igniting the blood, flesh, and prosthetics of this body, turning them scarlet as if they were ablaze with raging fire.
Yet, it wasn't the body that was burning, but the soul.
[Second Order Descent].
Bai Wei slowly opened his eyes, and the two hearts in front of him seemed to sense something, pounding like frenetic war drums, causing the very ground itself to shake.
It was like a roar, yet also a tremble.
"What are you doing!"
Oliver had already broken free from the restraint Gerard had imposed upon him moments earlier. He even managed to grasp the Chainsaw Sword in retaliation, and now, resembling a paper figure about to topple over from a gust of wind, lunged toward Bai Wei in a bizarre posture, with the Chainsaw Sword screeching harshly as it sliced through the air.
"Just go and die!" Oliver brought the sword down towards Bai Wei's head.
Bai Wei did not move.
Then, whoosh.
Suddenly, Oliver felt his body lighten.
