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Belasco fought Illyana with remarkable ease. The reason he was so relaxed was that Illyana was fighting without thinking at all, slashing wildly in every direction. Having received Chthon's blessing, he was practically immortal. Though he could not avoid suffering flesh wounds, well... she could not kill him!

What Belasco was considering now was something more important: how to win this battle with the Dark Consortium, those ungrateful bastards, offering him absolutely no help. Without question, the current situation was a trap. The Bloodstone, Chaos Magic, and even his old foe Spider-Man were all part of the Sorcerer Supreme's plan.

Furthermore, even his summoning of the great Chthon in Hell's Border was likely part of that plan. That was precisely why he needed to carefully consider his response.

Did these people really think he was just taking a beating here? No! He was devising a countermeasure!

Illyana's improving condition also caught Belasco's attention. He could not help admiring how well they had played their hand. Even if Strange had not lured him out today, he could have resolved Magik's soul imbalance and increased his side's chances of victory.

Wait...

Belasco suddenly thought of an excellent idea.

"You're an idiot. Do you think your attacks have achieved even the slightest effect?"

Belasco grinned, then shook his head helplessly. "No, there's nothing you can do."

"Really? All I see is you flying around like a ball, Belasco."

Demonized Illyana laughed. Belasco immediately raised a brow. "So what? Sooner or later, you'll exhaust yourself to death. You're still not the master of Hell's Border—or rather, you don't dare become one. You're afraid of becoming a monster, aren't you?"

"A weak monster like you?"

Belasco fell silent seriously for a moment.

"Of course you know what kind of monster I mean, Illyana Rasputin. The