First, he stole the Devil's ability to speak, making its Language of Foulness difficult to use. Then he stole his opponent's ability to walk, turning him into a stationary target.
Xifa raised his arm, Ghost Scream pointing overhead. The final attack was next.
He was going to use Holy Light!
But at that moment, the Devil on the ground suddenly raised his right hand. He wore a blood-red glove, which had not torn even after he transformed into a three-meter-tall Monster.
The glove's surface wriggled slightly, as though it were made of flesh and blood. A moon pattern rested on its back, shifting from time to time—sometimes a crescent moon, sometimes a full moon, sometimes a half moon.
The Devil suddenly clenched his gloved hand.
All at once.
A crimson glow lit up the living room, as if the light of a full moon had descended upon the area. Bathed in that scarlet radiance, the Devil appeared even more ferocious.
But it was not a full moon tonight, and they were inside a house. Where had this moonlight covering the floor come from?
Xifa immediately looked at the glove. At the same time, Ghost Scream slashed down decisively, summoning a magnificent, blazing pillar of sacred light!
It struck the Devil, and golden flames erupted from his body with a boom, turning him into a golden Fireball.
Within the holy flames, the Devil's flesh rapidly melted away. His wings, curved horns, and sinister skin all melted at incredible speed, like candles thrown into a fireplace.
When Holy Light vanished, only an indescribable pile of human-shaped flesh remained on the floor.
Xifa let out a breath and was about to treat Caven when he suddenly realized that the moonlight on the floor had yet to fade. The Devil's mystical item was still