As for the Mountain Demon King, he directly drew upon Territory Power, turning both hands into gigantic stone hands that grabbed at Galacta and Van Helsing respectively. He had long been salivating over Gabriel's Angel Power.
"Damn it."
Van Helsing cursed as Archangel's Sword abruptly expanded, transforming into a hundred-meter greatsword that slashed at the Mountain Demon King's right hand.
Galacta once again drew upon Space power and fired at the Mountain Demon King, a purple beam illuminating the dim Hell.
Previously, Galacta and Van Helsing had fought the Mountain Demon King many times. Together, they could barely maintain a draw, but this time, the situation was completely different.
Galacta's purple beam blasted into the Mountain Demon King's palm, punching a huge hole through it. However, it immediately healed and continued grabbing at Galacta.
Facing Van Helsing's Holy Flame Greatsword, the Mountain Demon King simply raised a hand and caught it. Then, he squeezed hard, shattering the lightsaber before his massive hand continued toward Van Helsing—the Archangel's Sword itself had not shattered, only the lightsaber it had manifested.
With the enhancement of Territory Power, the Mountain Demon King's strength was at least fifty percent greater than before. The gap between both sides had undergone a qualitative change.
Just as the two were about to be caught, Galacta shouted. The space behind her moved in front of them, blocking the two massive hands, while she and Van Helsing rapidly retreated.
"Run. The harder you struggle, the more excited I get."
The Mountain Demon King laughed loudly, countless giant hands splitting from both of his hands and densely reaching for Van Helsing and Galacta. The two fled in a sorry state, occasionally counterattacking, but with almost no effect.
"Van Helsing, give me your body. Trash like this isn't worth my attention, even