I'm The Devil

Chapter 210: PTTGF 11 - Michael And Lucifer Vs Azazel

Lilith and Fang Hua flanked them, ready to support their allies. Lilith’s eyes flashed with defiance. "Michael has defeated you once, Azazel. We can do it again."

Fang Hua’s gaze was steely, her power swirling around her. "You may have grown stronger, but we are not to be trifle with."

Azazel’s laughter was a chilling sound, filled with dark promise. "Then let us see who will prevail."

The battle began with a deafening clash of powers. Azazel unleashed torrents of dark energy, warping the space around them. Michael and Lucifer countered with blasts of divine light and hellfire, the forces colliding in a spectacular display of raw power.

Lilith summoned ancient magics, her spells weaving through the battlefield, targeting Azazel’s weak points. Fang Hua, with her unique abilities, manipulated the shadows themselves, striking at Azazel from every angle. Stay tuned with novelhall.Côm

Despite their combined efforts, Azazel’s new power was formidable. He moved with terrifying speed and strength, his attacks relentless. He struck Michael with a blow that sent him crashing into the ground, creating a massive crater. Lucifer barely managed to dodge a follow-up strike, retaliating with a wave of infernal flames.

The battle raged on, the landscape around them shattered and reshaped by the titanic forces in play. Michael struggled to his feet, his divine energy flaring as he rejoined the fight. "We cannot let him win," he shouted, rallying his allies.

Azazel sneered. "You fight for a lost cause, Michael. Submit, and perhaps I will spare your miserable existence."

Michael’s response was a surge of holy light, driving Azazel back momentarily. "We will never submit to darkness."

Michael, drawing on the last reserves of his divine strength, locked eyes with Azazel. "We will do whatever it takes to protect this world," he vowed, his voice steady and resolute. With a mighty swing, he aimed his sword directly at Azazel’s heart.

Lucifer, his hellfire burning brighter than ever, coordinated his attacks with Michael’s. "You may be powerful, Azazel, but you are not invincible." He launched a torrent of flames that converged with Michael’s divine light, creating a searing beam of pure energy.

Lilith, channeling her ancient magics, cast a binding spell that intertwined with the light and fire, forming ethereal chains that sought to immobilize Azazel. "Your tyranny ends here," she declared, her eyes blazing with determination.

Fang Hua, utilizing the full extent of her shadow manipulation, created a vortex of darkness around Azazel, compressing it to restrict his movements. "This is for all the lives you’ve destroyed," she whispered, her voice filled with steely resolve.

The combined might of their attacks struck Azazel with devastating force. He roared in agony as the energy pierced his defenses, the ethereal chains binding him tighter and the shadows constricting around him. For a moment, it seemed as though they might prevail.

But Azazel’s power was far from spent. With a surge of dark energy, he shattered the bindings and dispersed the shadows. His form, though battered and weakened, still radiated an aura of immense power. "You are strong," he admitted, his voice filled with grudging respect. "But strength alone will not be enough to stop me."

Michael, panting from the exertion, readied himself for another attack. "We will not give up. We will fight until our last breath."

Azazel’s eyes narrowed. "So be it," he said, his voice a low growl. He gathered his energy for a final, cataclysmic strike, intending to obliterate his enemies once and for all.

Before he could unleash his attack, a blinding light descended from the heavens, enveloping the battlefield in a radiant glow. The ground shook, and a sense of profound peace and power washed over everyone present.