This wasn't a true Morning Star at all. It was an inferior product forcibly matured by a massive amount of souls, possessing the energy tier of a Morning Star but lacking the matching realm and combat skills—like a primitive man holding the launch button for a nuclear bomb.
The Demons' offensive gradually slowed. Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes stared blankly as their supreme Commander was sent flying with a single punch, and the thought of retreat began to take root in their minds.
Allen slowly withdrew his fist. A trace of burnt green blood stained his knuckles.
"Tsk, pretty tough. Two punches and his skull still didn't crack."
Then, he stepped forward. The ground trembled once more as PX-4 took massive strides toward the direction where Baroque had fallen.
Meanwhile, in another dimension of the battlefield, Thanatos floated silently in the Shadow Realm.
