With half a swing, the old demon threw the Widow Maker right towards the thick legs of Iwan.
"Thap!"
Seeing the Widow Maker fall on his lap, Iwan was taken back for a moment.
The old demon took out his sword hanging on his side while listening to Iwan say something.
"Nothing worked."
Iwan mumbled with a tired voice and eyes that had finally stopped resisting.
"THE DEMONIC WAY IS RUTHLESS."
The old demon shouted at Iwan in a clear tone before placing a red sword an inch away from his neck.
Iwan could feel his heart trembling as the words of the old demon felt like a warning that Iwan had to hear before his head would roll.
Iwan lowered his eyes to look at the blade and found the sword chipped in many places, leaving a row of sharp teeth on one side of the blade and a sharp edge on the other.
Time seemed to have slowed down for Iwan, and he could feel his eyes burning.
