Compared to the battle between the Green Lanterns and The Spectre, the two sides fighting here had no nonsense to say. Asmodeus simply swung his axe with all his might, while The Word hammered away with its fists.
The funny part was that, despite being called the Word of God—called The Word—among God's many avatars, it was the one with the fewest words.
"Death," "Judgment," "Guilty"—that series of simple words seemed to make up its entire vocabulary.
Their physical and energy resistances were roughly equal, making them evenly matched for a short time. Unfortunately, it could only be a short time. This was the Main Dimension, and Asmodeus, being a demon, was not well suited to this environment.
Demons were living creatures too—Hell creatures. As long as they were living creatures, they had sensations, thoughts, and limits to their stamina.
Hell's power suffered considerable losses when transmitted into the Main Dimension. If this battle had taken place in Hell, he could have worn The Word down for longer. But under the current circumstances, he would eventually be worn out by the Concept Manifestation.
That was not entirely accurate. He would not truly die. Even if a demon died in the Main Dimension, its soul would merely return to Hell. There was no real danger to its life.
But Su Ming could not just stand by and watch forever. By observing their battle, he had already figured out some of their patterns. He had not only noted The Word's weaknesses, but also Asmodeus's.
Yes, the Great Demon was on his side today, and he looked reasonably useful. But who knew whether he might end up on the opposing side someday? There was no harm in gathering intelligence early.
"Come on, tag out." Su Ming left Kitty and Deadpool behind to wait.