บท 220: "Let's end this."

With a maniacal laugh, the possessed Azazel unleashed a wave of dark energy, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. The defenders scrambled to defend themselves, their swords clashing against the overwhelming force of their newfound foe.

The battle between Lucifer and the possessed Azazel raged on with unparalleled intensity. Neither combatant showed any signs of fatigue or hesitation as they clashed, their swords sending sparks flying with every strike. The battlefield was a storm of chaotic energy, a maelstrom of dark and light forces vying for dominance.

Azazel, now fully under the control of an Outer Being, moved with an unnatural fluidity, his attacks fueled by a malevolent power that seemed inexhaustible. His laughter echoed through the ruins, a chilling reminder of the dark force inhabiting his body. "You cannot hope to defeat me, Lucifer," he taunted, his voice a blend of Azazel's and the Outer Being's. "I am beyond your reach."