In this state, Kostchtchie was extremely difficult to kill. At most, he would end up like that Obyrith demon lord in the Black Ice Rift, sleeping here like a corpse as he waited for the day he could revive. Kostchtchie had made very thorough arrangements for this. This was Kostchtchie's domain! Here, Kostchtchie would receive unimaginable support. So he was not worried that he would fall into permanent slumber like the Obyrith demon lord.
That was why Kostchtchie dared to say Solam could not kill him.
Kostchtchie's reasoning was not wrong. If the Obyrith demons' ultimate trump cards were so easily countered, the remnants of the gods of order would not have yielded to the first fallen angels again and again back then, leading to the birth of the hells of Baator. (This story had been told before, so it would not be repeated. It was Asmodeus's rise to power.)
Unfortunately, he had encountered Solam.
Solam paid no attention to what Kostchtchie had said. He merely turned his head and looked around, discovering that only a few people remained nearby, while Xianna was nowhere to be seen. In fact, ever since Solam had thrown that woman out, she had vanished.
After confirming that Xianna was gone, Solam revealed a relieved smile. If a Radiant Sister were here, things would become very complicated. Solam did not like complications. It was better to keep things simple.
Solam took out a staff. He had acquired it a long time ago, and it was called the Dust Staff. It had no other use—it could fire Disintegrate spells. The spell effect was not especially strong, only equivalent to that of a twelfth-level caster, but it could cast Disintegrate so many times!
A full fifty times! Even ants could bite an elephant to death!
Besides, Solam