"Do you think having a dragon means you've already won?" Samael said through gritted teeth. Things had slipped out of his control time and again, and his mood was growing increasingly irritable.
"Why wouldn't I?" Aaron spread his hands. "This is Earth, not Hell.
You'll be suppressed here, but it won't.
And it's a holy dragon, naturally capable of restraining evil power. It may not lose to you.
Even if Abei can't defeat you, it can still hold you off until the Ancient One gets here."
"Great Hell Monarch, with such a huge commotion here, how long do you think it will take for the Sorcerer Supreme to arrive?
One minute? Two minutes? Or half a minute?"
Samael immediately flew into a rage. Black energy surged wildly as a projection of the Hell Dimension appeared, and countless Vengeful Spirits, evil ghosts, and Hell creatures roared as they crawled out of it.
"Are you insane?" Aaron finally lost his composure. "Summoning so many Hell creatures is no small drain on you either. If the Sorcerer Supreme gets here, you won't even have a chance to escape."
"I can give up Stark and Rogers's souls, but I'm taking your life and that Divine Artifact."
"Heh! Dream on." Aaron gave Abei a look. "Show him the power of a Holy Dragon."
Abei let out a roar and spewed scorching Dragon Breath.
Crimson flames swept across the land. Vast numbers of Hell creatures—skeletal spiders, decayed corpses, Hellhounds, and more—were reduced to ashes in an instant.
But even more evil ghosts evaded the Dragon Fire and charged at the Holy Dragon from every direction.
At the same time, grotesque skeletal claws rose from the ground and reached for Aaron's legs as though they had eyes.
Aaron hurriedly took out a bottle of Holy Water from