บท 363: Death Battle

Abaddon barely had a moment to process Hel's words before a literal tornado formed in front of him.

A funnel of green whispy souls descend upon Hel and wrapped her figure in power.

Inwardly, Abaddon clicked his teeth in frustration.

He thought he had finally closed the gap between himself and Hel, yet she had rendered all of his endeavors moot.

Not only did his opponent match his power surge, but she surpassed it.

At present, the energy coming off of her was so terrible that it made Abaddon want to laugh in absurdity.

But still, he had to fell her all the same.

Abaddon soared up into the air on his enormous black wings.

Loosening the seal on his soul, Abaddon gained access to the 4% of his godly power that he was capable of harnessing, and he lit up the black sky like a blazing golden sun.

On the ground, Hel's frown deepened as she clenched her weapon tightly.