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CRUUUNCH!
Satan felt his entire body being engulfed and crushed by hundreds of sharp teeth. Usually his skin alone would be able to withstand most pain, but because this monstrous demonic spirit was formed from the very strength it stole from him, it was not normal, and it even possessed a part of the strength of his crown within!
Even if it would only last five minutes, that was enough time for him to get crushed to death by it! Satan felt perplexed, but through this life and death situation, he also felt enlightened by the drive to keep fighting and eventually triumph.
His crown gained a few more cracks once more, its primordial powers flowing into his body as in that very moment, his arms stared to grow larger, as black and brown fur started growing on them, as he slowly, yet steadily began to tear apart the Demonic Spirit's stomach open!
"{Primordial Wrathful Beast Battle Arts}: {Erymanthian Boar's Mountain-Tearing Tusks}!"