"A sacred dragon with attributes that restrain demons. What do you think?
Surprised? Unexpected? Moved?" Aaron said with a teasing smile. "Oh, right, I really didn't like your tone just now, so..."
Abei let out a deep roar, beating his wings and whipping up a hurricane.
Witchcraft Demon was blown back several steps. The moment he steadied himself, crimson Dragon Fire rushed straight at his face.
"You've gone too far."
Witchcraft Demon angrily spat out a cloud of black mist. The temperature around them instantly dropped, and a thin layer of frost covered the ground.
The utterly different energies of Dragon Fire and black mist collided, creating a ripple-like shockwave that pressed the surrounding gravestones lower.
Just then, a bullet abruptly struck Witchcraft Demon in the face.
As black grains of sand scattered from his cheek, the balance was instantly broken.
Witchcraft Demon froze for a moment. Before he could react, Dragon Fire engulfed him, reducing him to ashes.
"I'm not trying to criticize you, but why does this gun only have one bullet?" Aaron said disdainfully as he tossed the shotgun to Carter Slade. "Is ammunition something you're supposed to save?"
Carter Slade silently complained to himself. Ghost Rider used Hellfire as ammunition and had no need for ordinary bullets at all.
"Don't let your guard down. He won't die that easily."
Aaron nodded and took another bottle of Holy Water from his Spatial Ring. He opened the cap and assumed a defensive stance.
Before long, black particles gathered from every direction, and Witchcraft Demon was reborn once more.
"A sneak attack? You despicable bastard."
"Brother, you're a demon!
You're already breaking the rules by leaving Hell to bully people on Earth, and you still have the nerve to call us despicable?"
"I think he only meant you," Carter