Evolving Again

Ghost Rider's fire rifle was extremely effective against warlocks. Even if they threw out defensive spells as though mana cost nothing, their casting speed could not keep up with the rate of fire.

All he had to do was keep working the lever, and balls of Hellfire would explode against the enemy mages' shields like blooming fireworks.

At the same time, he tossed out the concussion grenades Su Ming had given him one after another, throwing them wherever the crowd was thickest.

If Vampires were even slightly careless and touched a trace of Hellfire, they would immediately be reduced to ashes. Even the warlocks found it difficult to escape unscathed.

The same principle applied to Satana's magic. With Ghost Rider specifically targeting the enemy mages, she chose more area-of-effect spells.

Either the ground suddenly split open and spewed magma, or a fire dragon shot through the crowd like a subway train. She wore a bloodthirsty expression as she laughed wildly and flung spells about at random.

Because she had two souls in one body, and the other demon within her was extremely powerful, the price she paid for casting spells was far lower than that of others. Once she reclaimed Hell, her strength would grow even further.

Hela, on the other hand, seemed to have nothing to do. Leaning on her sword, she simply stood beside Satana and watched the battle.

Who needed protection? Deathstroke had crashed into the enemy head-on. Their Vampires could barely last a single exchange against him, each one ending up split in two along with their weapons. They could not break through at all.

Sprays of blood splashed across the black-and-yellow armor. Every sweep of the pitch-black greatsword, whether the Vampires turned to mist or transformed their bodies, left them unable to escape Tenth Metal's