With Azazel trapped within the dome, Greg went on an attacking spree, unleashing everything he had without restraint or hesitation.
He knew after all that he had limited time, the Defense Nullifier's six-hour window was ticking down relentlessly, and he intended to make every second count before the Demon Lord could adapt or the effect wore off.
Opening his mouth wide, Greg released a roaring torrent of Abyssal flames that engulfed Azazel whole.
The black fire twisted and writhed like living shadows, superheated and hungry, scorching the air with an acrid, sulfurous stench as it washed over the trapped Demon Lord in endless waves.
He didn't stop there.
Greg followed immediately with Abyssal waters, a surging cascade of inky, corrosive liquid that crashed against Azazel like a tidal wave, hissing and bubbling on contact with the flames and demonic energy.
