A meaningful light crossed Zatiel's eyes as he glanced at the place Sundered Night stood. Venganza had risen to a level he was having a hard time measuring, and the potential of this one was incredible.
Just as Zatiel's eyes focused on the distance, Horus dashed again to the Neo-Demon Ancestor's back and attempted to perform a sneak attack.
"Hmph." Zatiel only sneered as he moved his head in the last second, dodging the Archdevil's flaming fist, before countering with a kick that sent this one flying away. And without losing momentum, his red-blue lightsaber cut Mortus' chest.
Despite facing twelve bloody swords simultaneously, Zatiel could overwhelm the Primarch-level Archdevil. His eyes constantly sent soul invasion spells fueled by Depravita Aura that hindered Mortus' speed of thought.
As for the dozens of suicidal Rank 7 and 8 Archdevils, none of them could get near the Neo-Demon Ancestor. The light of the Sun of Justice was too much for them.
