Zaphiel and Rahab couldn't believe their eyes as they looked at the arena.
Were the two Fiends truly being one-sidedly beaten up?
Most unsettling of all, their every attempt to check the boy's rank yielded no result. They couldn't sense anything at all.
"Damn you!" Belial roared in anger. "I've had enough!"
The Fiend transformed into a ten-meter tall Chimaera that resembled a Manticore. Flames emerged from its back, serving as its wings.
Its three scorpion-like tails with varying colors posed dangerously behind it. Each was capable of unleashing deadly range attacks of poison, ice, and lightning.
Belial was the Fallen Angel of Lawlessness. He was the type to do whatever he wanted, uncaring of the consequences.
He prided himself on his strength and believed he was the strongest among the Fiends.
But he now felt as humiliated as much as he had been proud. His strength was undeniable, yet how could a teenage boy so easily beat him up?
