Ansu watched Balks.
At that moment, the black horns he had always kept hidden beneath his hair emerged in all their ferocity. Pitch-black magic power churned behind him as a pair of enormous demonic wings slowly took shape.
These were the marks of the highest-ranking, most primal Demons.
With a low growl, he unleashed his power.
Powerful dark magic gathered into a pitch-black beam that blasted straight toward Ansu.
A clash of beams? Ansu dared not take this lightly and marshaled every last ounce of his mental power.
Boom-!
The two forces collided violently in the center, sending a terrifying shock wave rippling outward.
The ruined walls on either side of the street were torn from the ground, and the Salvation Army soldiers staggered farther back.
"Lord Ansu! I'll help you!"
Freya's eyes were once again tinged with the cold detachment of divinity as she leaped into the air.
A dazzling shaft of holy light descended from the sky, striking straight at Balks.
Balks had no choice but to abandon his attack and dodge awkwardly, casting an irritated glance at her.
This Saintess simply would not die, and her divine power seemed inexhaustible. She was a nightmare to deal with.
Freya quickly glanced at Ansu. Seeing him unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had so much pent-up longing she wanted to pour out, but for now, she could only force it down.
Win first!
Ansu gave her a slight nod. Taking opposite sides, they attacked in unison.
Holy light and mental power wove into a net, their attacks coming in relentless waves that drove Balks back step by step and left him struggling miserably.
Ansu sneered inwardly. Did you think I'd fight you one-on-one?
"Today is the day you die!" Balks snarled.
"No." Ansu smiled. "Balks, today, you're