With the battlefield in chaos, Vali took the opportunity to break away and target Serafall.
"Satan Leviathan, die here!" Vali’s Divine Dividing activated. Even a Super Satan like Serafall felt a sudden, sickening drain of her energy.
Katereia seized the mont, launching a bolt of lightning infused with black abyss energy. It slamd into Serafall, driving her into the ground with a bone-shattering crash.
CRASH!
Serafall coughed up blood, her formal clothes shredded. In a flash of magical light, she replaced them with her signature Magical Girl cosplay outfit—her comfort zone.
Ethan’s eyes widened. Those thighs in those stockings... a treasure.
But Katereia was screaming with rage at Serafall’s "frivolous" attitude. Together with Vali, they began a brutal pincer attack. Vali’s ability was simply too broken—every touch halved her power and added it to his own.
Sona Sitri couldn’t take it anymore. She tried to run toward her sister, but Rias held her back. "Sona, stop! You’ll be vaporized by the shockwaves!"
Ethan sighed. Serafall wasn’t going to last until Grayfia broke the barrier. "President Sona, stay back. You’ll only distract her."
Ethan’s wings flared—not the typical bat wings, but thick, sharp wings of a high-tier Devil. Three marks appeared on his face as he entered his full Devil form. He unleashed a massive, boosted blast of blue energy at Vali.
"Red Dragon Emperor! You finally want to play?" Vali laughed, dodging the blast with his superior speed.
"Shut up and fight," Ethan snapped. He hated how cool the White Dragon’s Balance Breaker looked. He hadn’t achieved his own yet because it required a level of emotional obsession he simply didn’t have. He viewed the Gear as a tool, not his soul.
Vali lunged. The two dragons clashed in mid-air. Vali was faster and kept halving Ethan’s power, but Ethan’s raw SSS-rank stats and his various bloodline talents kept him in the ga.
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