Moss, feeling humiliated and furious, fired relentlessly, yelling back at Adrian and Holden, “I thought of letting you and Holden leave out of mercy, but I see now that's unnecessary. Today, all of you will join Emilia in death!"

Adrian trembled with rage, his teeth chattering as he struggled to fathom such cruelty.

As the sound of gunfire approached, Holden, with reluctance, passed Ariana to Adrian.

“My team knows we're in trouble. They'll be nearby looking for me. Go find help; I'll manage things here," he told Adrian.

Adrian, his brow furrowed with concern, replied, "He's a madman. It's too dangerous for you to stay here alone. We should stay together.”

“I can handle Moss," Holden asserted. “It's safer for you and Ariana to leave here. You two will distract me if you stay. Leave first."

After some hesitation, Adrian departed first, carrying Ariana.

Adrian quickly left carrying Ariana. Moss observed them with a predatory sparkle in his gaze. All of a sudden, he erupted into raucous Laughter and pursued them.

At that instant, Holden seized the opportunity. He picked up a wooden stick from the ground and leaped from his hiding place to intercept Moss. He fought with Moss, allowing Adrian time to escape.

As Adrian and Ariana receded into distant silhouettes, Moss, inflamed with fury, directed his gun at Holden and squeezed the trigger.

However, he had no bullets now.

A sinister smile briefly played across Moss' face as he flung the gun aside and turned on his chainsaw, continuing to fight Holden.

The two adversaries were equally matched, exchanging robust blows amid billowing dust, each rapidly accumulating cuts and bruises.

Worn out, Holden collapsed, curling up in pain as his wounds from Moss' chainsaw bled, the blood blending with the dirt and dust on the ground, intensifying his pain.

Sweating and writhing in pain, Holden fixed his gaze on Moss.

Moss looked just as battle-worn, his body smeared with blood, his eyes and once pristine coat stained a vivid red.

Moss grinned maliciously at Holden, wiping the blood from his face, his eyes alight with a wild glint.

"Lunatic," Holden muttered under his breath.

Despite their critical injuries, both men found the resolve to stand, propelled by a profound animosity that seemed to demand that one must die for the fight to cease.

Moss glanced around for his chainsaw, then remembered that Holden had seized it from him earlier. The battle had grown so fierce that both the chainsaw and the stick were now out of sight, forcing Moss and Holden both to resort to using their fists, exchanging punches and hurling insults.