With each arc of golden lightning that struck Ezequiel, the silver sun grew more powerful and solid, coming closer to its final form.
Ezequiel's ferocious smile never faded as he endured the destructive might of the Universe Will Storm. For more than one hour, those arcs of lightning struck him until, finally, the storm began to condense.
As its size grew smaller, the power of the Universe Will Storm grew mightier, reaching a point where it began to distort the space-time in the void.
Ezequiel's eyes grew solemn as he felt the power of the Universe Will Storm, and the smile on his face vanished.
"Final attack, I assume." The Supreme Neo-Demon took a deep breath as he spoke those words, and then his ferocious smile returned. "Fine. Give me all you got!"
Not even a second after Ezequiel spoke those words, the Universe Will Storm fired an electric cannon carrying every iota of energy.
"¡BOOM!"
