Before making this trip, Li Wei had also speculated about Zariel and Baalzebul's past relationship, the possible developments, and how to deal with them. Yet this was the one thing he had never imagined—
That he would witness such a melodramatic scene. And he and Bael, the two bystanders, seemed to have been caught off guard and splashed head to toe by this basin of sordid drama.
For Baalzebul, this unrequited-love "childhood friend" seemed to have taken him for the greatest threat to his demonic life—the unexpected "new arrival." New grudges piled atop old hatred, and the killing intent of this insect archduke was nearly boiling over.
"Trier!"
Just as Zariel sensed his intentions and was about to step forward to stop him, the next instant she seemed to be exiled into a void where nothing existed but pure darkness.
Psionic Power—[Deeper Darkness]!
And at the instant Baalzebul pounced toward Li Wei, Bael beside him also seemed to be "frozen" in place, his eyes filled with shock and despair.
Because just as he was about to draw his sword, Baalzebul, suspended in midair, turned his head and glanced at him.
[Fear and Weakness Gaze]!
"How can the gap... be this huge?!"
Bael desperately tried to move, to break free from this spell that was almost on the level of a law-bound command, only to discover helplessly that no matter how hard he struggled, his movements were as slow as an actual slug.
What do I do?!!
Only at this moment did he once again recall Zariel's assessment of this former heavenly angel before their departure:
A lord of Hell whose absolute power was second only to Asmodeus!
Just as Bael thought this battle was about to erupt beyond all avoidance, and placed all his remaining hope on Li Wei's unfathomably