He pointed the spear toward Amon.

Inside Amon’s mind, Vetaal’s expression turned serious.

Kazriel smiled slightly. "Only a little. This human body cannot handle much of it. But it is enough to kill you."

Even from far away, he could feel heat from that purple flame. Not heat that burned the skin, but something that felt like it burned mana, blood, and even the soul.

Vetaal replied in a low voice, ’That flame can burn blood, mana, and any kind of energy. If that attack hits us directly... this body will not survive. It has the power to turn anything into ashes... they are flames of destruction.’

Vetaal paused for a while, then gave him an answer. ’Yes... he is an Angel of Chaos.’

’Yes... he is one of her angels... a divine being... who comes under a god,’ Vetaal explained to Amon.

Kazriel dashed again. The only spear that could handle those flames moved to strike at Amon.

Yet Vetaal did not back down. He swung the other sword, intending to kill Kazriel by slashing diagonally at his neck.

Vetaal said, ’We absolutely cannot let the flame touch us.’

Kazriel then slowly raised his spear.

"Let us end this, Vetaal," Kazriel said.

Vetaal felt real danger. His body glowed brighter red.

Both of them looked into each other’s eyes. Then they vanished from their positions.

Flames met blood. They clashed against each other. They moved through the sky like shooting stars.

But he just formed more blood.

Vetaal was just using a small amount of Amon’s blood. Yet each attack he used had so much blood.

BOOM!

Another explosion.

A deep cut appeared on his left hand. Around his wrist. The hand started to burn.

But the sensation he was feeling from this flame was nothing like he had ever felt.

He could not even scream in pain. But he still pushed himself to stay awake. He could not let himself go unconscious.

As the flame started to spread over his hand and weapon,

As the hand holding the sword fell from the sky, it caught purple flames instantly and immediately turned into ashes, turning into nothingness.

The pain of cutting his hand did not even register.

It gushed out from the cut part. Soon a new hand started to form, and then another blood sword formed in his left hand.

"Amazing... You are still good at using blood... you really are the Blood Devil for a reason... born from blood... rise as one of the Devils."

He raised both blades that glowed dark red. The blood trembled violently on them as the blades became longer.

Two wide blood slashes shot from the blades.

The two massive blood slashes tore through the sky, crossing each other like giant crimson blades meant to cut the heavens apart.

Instead, he slowly raised his spear vertically in front of him. The purple flames around the spear intensified, growing larger and more violent. The flames swirled upward like a storm, wrapping around the spear shaft and blade.

Then he moved.

A straight arc of purple flames shot forward, slicing through the air like a beam of destruction itself.

For a brief moment, everything became silent.

The flames and blood collided and mixed into each other, forming a huge sphere of red and purple energy in the sky. The sphere expanded rapidly, growing larger and larger as the two energies tried to devour each other.

Then it exploded.