Boom!!
A golden shockwave swept across, terrifying ripples racing in all directions, a phantom of Heaven flashed by, expelling the thoughts of the two Demon Kings, twisting them into distorted lines and banishing them back to Hell.
"It's useless, we'll come back..."
"Rather, it is you who have lost power, unable to escape from here, doomed to become a prisoner of Hell..."
"Wait for it, I will descend again soon!"
The two Demon Kings laughed as they exited, waiting for their next descent to scavenge the corpses.
After the light faded, the black castle collapsed into ruins, the entire Abyssal Projection Space rumbling and shaking, showing signs of collapse.
Heya stood up leaning on the Holy Spear, her chest wide open with clothes, a few pieces of cloth barely covering her robust figure.
Upon closer examination, in the valley between her peaks, one could see the gradually fading Cross Stigma.
