As Scarface turned over, looking at Idiot with eyes full of fear, the black demonic sword struck once again. The black blade plunged into Scarface's abdomen, and with a swing, his body was split in half.
At this moment, the man's upper and lower body had been severed from his abdomen.
The icy touch stimulated the nerves of the man accustomed to throwing knives. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and pain incessantly invaded his brain. However, unbeknownst to him, the wound on his stomach had been frozen over by a thin layer of frost.
This prevented immediate death, as the frost, colder than the abyss of hell, froze part of his wound, slowing the flow of his blood and temporarily prolonging his life.
The cold storm lashed the world as Scarface began to bleed profusely from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, the blood either pitch-black or a deep crimson.
