I'm The Devil - Chapter 220

Chapter 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.”

Lucifer responded with a furious barrage of strikes, his sword glowing with a fierce, unyielding light. “You talk too much,” he growled, each word punctuated by a powerful blow. “Let’s see if you can back it up.”

The defenders watched in awe and trepidation, their eyes fixed on the titanic struggle before them. Michael and the others continued to fend off the remaining Watchers, their resolve unwavering despite the chaos around them. Gabriel and Uriel led the charge, their celestial weapons cutting through the ranks of their enemies with precision and grace.

Lilith and Fang Hua moved like shadows, their blades striking with deadly accuracy. Raphael’s healing light enveloped the defenders, restoring their strength and mending their wounds. Sariel, Remiel, and Raguel held the defensive perimeter, their eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of weakness in their foes.

Despite the overwhelming power of the Outer Being, Lucifer fought back with unmatched ferocity. His every move was a testament to his indomitable will and unwavering resolve. “You will not prevail,” he declared, his voice a fierce promise. “I will see to that.”

Azazel’s laughter grew louder, more maniacal, as he unleashed another wave of dark energy. “You cannot stop me, Lucifer,” he sneered. “Your light is nothing compared to the darkness I wield.”

Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury as he parried Azazel’s attack, countering with a swift, powerful strike that sent the possessed Watcher staggering backward. “I’ve had enough of your arrogance,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “Let’s end this.”

The two adversaries clashed once more, their swords meeting with a thunderous crash. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air crackled with raw energy. The defenders watched in breathless anticipation, their hopes pinned on Lucifer’s unyielding determination.

As the battle reached its crescendo, the defenders could feel the tension in the air, the sense that the outcome of this struggle would determine the fate of the world. They fought with renewed vigor, their resolve strengthened by the sight of Lucifer holding his ground against the overwhelming darkness.

But the Outer Being inhabiting Azazel was a formidable foe, its power seemingly limitless. It drove Azazel’s body with relentless fury, each strike more vicious than the last. Lucifer matched it blow for blow, his determination unshaken.

The clash of their swords echoed through the ruins, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the defenders. Neither side showed any signs of backing down, and the battle raged on, its outcome uncertain. The future hung in the balance, and only time would tell who would emerge victorious in this epic struggle between light and darkness.

As the battle continued, the landscape around them seemed to warp and twist, reflecting the immense energies being unleashed. The sky above was a chaotic swirl of storm clouds and flashes of lightning, illuminating the battlefield in brief, blinding bursts of light. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the sheer force of their conflict.

Lucifer and Azazel circled each other, their eyes locked in a deadly dance of anticipation and fury. Azazel’s eyes, now glowing with a malevolent light, betrayed the presence of the Outer Being within him. “Do you see now, Lucifer?” he hissed, his voice echoing with an otherworldly resonance. “You cannot hope to stand against the power I wield.”

Lucifer’s grip tightened on his sword, his knuckles white with determination. “I don’t care what you are,” he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I will not let you win.”

With a roar, Lucifer lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with lethal precision. Azazel parried the blow, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks. The force of their impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet.

Azazel retaliated with a vicious strike, his blade crackling with dark energy. Lucifer barely managed to deflect the attack, the force of it driving him back a few steps. “You’re strong,” he admitted, his voice grudgingly respectful. “But strength alone won’t be enough to defeat me.”

The two adversaries clashed again, their movements a blur of speed and power. Each strike was met with an equally powerful counter, neither willing to give an inch. The air around them crackled with raw energy, the ground beneath them scorched and blackened by the intensity of their battle.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that this was not just a physical confrontation, but a clash of wills. Lucifer and Azazel were evenly matched, their strengths and weaknesses balancing each other out. Every blow, every parry, every step was a test of endurance and determination.

The defenders, watching from a distance, could feel the immense pressure of their struggle. They knew that the outcome of this battle would determine the fate of the world, and they fought with renewed vigor, their hearts filled with hope and determination.

Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel led the charge, their celestial weapons cutting through the ranks of their enemies with deadly precision. Lilith and Fang Hua moved like shadows, their blades striking with lethal accuracy. Raphael’s healing light enveloped the defenders, restoring their strength and mending their wounds. Sariel, Remiel, and Raguel held the defensive perimeter, their eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of weakness in their foes.

Despite the overwhelming power of the Outer Being, Lucifer fought back with unmatched ferocity. His every move was a testament to his indomitable will and unwavering resolve. “You will not prevail,” he declared, his voice a fierce promise. “I will see to that.”

Azazel’s laughter grew louder, more maniacal, as he unleashed another wave of dark energy. “You cannot stop me, Lucifer,” he sneered. “Your light is nothing compared to the darkness I wield.”

Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury as he parried Azazel’s attack, countering with a swift, powerful strike that sent the possessed Watcher staggering backward. “I’ve had enough of your arrogance,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “Let’s end this.”

The two adversaries clashed once more, their swords meeting with a thunderous crash. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air crackled with raw energy. The defenders watched in breathless anticipation, their hopes pinned on Lucifer’s unyielding determination.

As the battle reached its crescendo, the defenders could feel the tension in the air, the sense that the outcome of this struggle would determine the fate of the world. They fought with renewed vigor, their resolve strengthened by the sight of Lucifer holding his ground against the overwhelming darkness.

But the Outer Being inhabiting Azazel was a formidable foe, its power seemingly limitless. It drove Azazel’s body with relentless fury, each strike more vicious than the last. Lucifer matched it blow for blow, his determination unshaken.

The clash of their swords echoed through the ruins, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the defenders. Neither side showed any signs of backing down, and the battle raged on, its outcome uncertain. The future hung in the balance, and only time would tell who would emerge victorious in this epic struggle between light and darkness.

Hours passed, and the intensity of the battle only grew. Neither Lucifer nor the possessed Azazel showed any signs of slowing down. Their swords were a blur of motion, striking and parrying with such speed and precision that it was almost impossible to follow. The ground around them was scorched and blackened, the air thick with the acrid smell of burning earth and ozone.

The defenders fought on, their resolve unwavering. Michael and the others continued to hold the line, their swords cutting through the ranks of the remaining Watchers with unrelenting ferocity. Gabriel and Uriel led the charge, their celestial weapons a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Lilith and Fang Hua moved like shadows, their blades striking with deadly accuracy. Raphael’s healing light enveloped the defenders, restoring their strength and mending their wounds. Sariel, Remiel, and Raguel held the defensive perimeter, their eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of weakness in their foes.

Despite the overwhelming power of the Outer Being, Lucifer fought back with unmatched ferocity. His every move was a testament to his indomitable will and unwavering resolve. “You will not prevail,” he declared, his voice a fierce promise. “I will see to that.”

Azazel’s laughter grew louder, more maniacal, as he unleashed another wave of dark energy. “You cannot stop me, Lucifer,” he sneered. “Your light is nothing compared to the darkness I wield.”

Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury as he parried Azazel’s attack, countering with a swift, powerful strike that sent the possessed Watcher staggering backward. “I’ve had enough of your arrogance,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “Let’s end this.”