Mohawk's body was torn apart by the corrosion, and the floor of the hall was blood-red, covered with scattered blood and flesh.
Even so, there was still an eyeball left on his head, which was constantly turning left and right. It was obvious that he was not completely dead.
After the transformation, his body was so strong!
Although he didn't die, he couldn't live anymore. He wasn't a true demon, so he couldn't be reborn from a drop of blood.
Witnessing this scene, the Demon Hunters were silent, waiting for the development of the situation.
Mohawk was dead. This matter would either come to an end or cause an even bigger storm.
As for how it would end, it would depend on the attitude of the living.
The man who had saved Mohawk was standing in the middle of the hall with a black sword in his hand.
As Mohawk's boss and a veteran Demon Hunter in this city, everyone present knew the man in the windbreaker.