Several tens of minutes later.
Accompanied by a resounding boom, the dark green giant serpent collapsed to the ground.
Two of its three pairs of wings were broken, and a long gash was made on its belly, with blood and intestines spilling out everywhere.
The serpent's body was covered in pale crystallizations, seemingly infected, and the crystallized area kept spreading... In other places, the body had turned into wood, with rigid bark displaying rings of growth patterns.
"Why...?"
Sigmund collapsed to the ground, the massive serpent head filled with murky eyes, uttering a deep, barely audible question.
Not far away, the masked man Dante lay on the ground, his chest and belly similarly split open with wounds identical to Sigmund's.
However, countless fresh green branches extended from Dante's wounds, intertwining and knitting them back together.
Dante nonchalantly got up slowly and walked over.
Beside him were the tailcoat-clad Boccaccio and the black-robed Qiaoke.
