The middle-aged man was the same. He believed only in Lucifer. No matter how powerful the Goat-Man Devil was, to him, it was ultimately a heretic.
And heretics—especially ones this powerful, ones that desecrated his faith, sought to drive out his faith, and stood as enemies of it—would never be tolerated by the middle-aged man, no matter how powerful they were.
He violently drove the bone-white banner formed from skeletons, which he had been holding in his left hand, into the ground.
The banner pierced through his right foot, nailing both it and the sole to the ground. In an instant, the blood within his body flowed across the earth and was continuously absorbed by the soil.
A scorching wall of white flame sprang up out of nowhere within a one-mile radius. The white flames spread endlessly, forming a massive circle that completely enclosed the area.
The white flames soared dozens of meters high, like an enormous barrier.
At some point, the dark clouds overhead had been completely dispersed.
The sun hung directly above the flames, its scorching rays pouring down relentlessly. The ground was bleached white, as though covered in snow, yet it was in an intensely heated state.
Even the air itself seemed to have ignited with white flames.
"Enough with these childish tricks. This weapon is far too powerful for you; it is not something your strength can control. Like a child holding a blade, it is time for you to hand it over." The Goat-Man Devil lightly pointed toward the sky.
Countless black threads emerged from behind its body and shot into the heavens.
In an instant, massive clouds formed overhead, blotting out the sun once more as wails like wolves crying and ghosts howling rang out.
Looking closely, they were not clouds at all. They