"Defying the Heaven!" Greg roared, his voice slicing through the chaos like a blade.
Boom!
His aura erupted in a violent surge, skyrocketing far beyond anything the demon lords could muster.
The air itself warped and cracked under the pressure, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on the entire battlefield like an invisible mountain.
Dust and debris swirled in frantic spirals around him.
Belphegor braced himself, muscles straining as he tried to withstand the crushing weight.
Sweat beaded across his childlike form, the mouths on his palms and wings twitching in discomfort.
But resistance was futile.
Greg's stats now dwarfed his by an overwhelming margin, ten full levels of raw superiority that made every breath feel like drowning.
"You're not getting through me either way!" Belphegor bellowed, planting his feet and spreading his grotesque wings wide in defiance.
