"Hiss," fresh blood gushed out from the wound and transformed into mist.
It splashed in a fan-shaped pattern across a large area.
A third of the body of the Blood Fiend Tyrant was forcibly torn off by the Iron Palm of the Golem, like tearing off a rather tough piece of leather. The huge, flesh-blurred body fell, and with a loud thud, mixed with blood and mud.
"Roar!!!!"
A howl filled with immense pain and fear echoed piercingly.
The eyes of the Blood Fiend Tyrant were blood-red, as if dripping blood down, and its main trunk that lost six limbs wriggled ridiculously like a comical worm. Golem Casio, who had just committed the brutality, watched all this with cold, calm eyes beneath the Metal Mask.
He was like a Butcher sharpening his knife, honing the blade sharper while watching a fish struggling desperately on the cutting board.
"Forget it, I won't torture you anymore, die."
