Belasco flew into a rage, his skeletal body lunging savagely at Illyana.
A blue lightsaber appeared out of thin air in Illyana's hand, and she slashed hard at Belasco. He let out a piercing scream as the blade struck him, wounding his soul.
"Your sword can actually hurt my soul?"
Belasco hurriedly retreated, shouting in disbelief, "What kind of magic is this?"
"An ability this genius awakened all on her own."
Illyana spoke proudly. The blue lightsaber was the Soul Sword. Andrew's instruction had helped her improve by leaps and bounds recently, and one day, while she was meditating, the Soul Sword had appeared in her hand out of nowhere.
The Soul Sword was particularly effective against magical creatures, but against ordinary creatures, it could only knock them unconscious, not harm their souls.
"I'll tear you apart."
Belasco attacked again. Unable to use magic, he could only fight with his skeletal body. Illyana was utterly fearless, blinking around him and landing slash after slash.
Even a mighty phoenix became helpless once brought low. Belasco was a perfect example.
"Old Mephisto, got any other tricks? If not, let's wrap things up and call it a day."
Andrew asked, "Oh, right. Should we hold a Hell's Got Voice singing championship at your funeral?
"Actually, forget it. You're dying for good this time, so you won't hear anyone singing for you. No fun in that."
"Isn't not hearing it how funerals normally work?"
Mephisto retorted, then said, "I do have one more trick. Listen carefully.
"Son, come save your old man!"
Mephisto shouted toward Blackheart Hell. The next second, a space rift abruptly appeared, and the Blackheart Demon King stepped out with a dark expression.
The Blackheart Demon King looked at Mephisto, his expression grim. Mephisto had come out to stir up trouble,