No doubt about it.
The monster was a true Abysmal Belial, living up to its rank and danger level. It far outclassed several monsters Northern had fought until now.
And it was growing stronger. Interesting as it was to entertain its rampage, the battle was dragging on too long. Moreover, Abyss Tyrant had just finished his own fight.
Northern could tell because he felt a surge of talent fragments flood into him.
He needed to end this quickly so he, Paragon Raizel, and the others could address that hanging hand.
He gazed grimly at the creature as his clones parted, creating a pathway.
"Playtime's over, buddy."
Northern spread his palms and instantly, a purple light began to pulse on his skin. The light in his eyes shifted to purple too, blazing with primal, eerie malevolence.
He advanced toward the Abysmal Belial and stared at it with a deadpan expression.
