"Oh? The Archangel is doing surprisingly well."
Hidden within the dimensional barrier, I watched the fight between Baishe and the Archangel with popcorn in my mouth. As expected for a Demon Lord, Baishe was throwing out cataclysmic magic by the second, disregarding any harm to the planet or any innocent spectators.
One minute, the Demon Lord would throw a flaming tornado that would melt mountains and vapourise oceans; the next, it would spit out an energy beam strong enough to disintegrate countries into dust.
If I were to compare the three Demon Lords I'd faced, Baishe was far more destructive. Furthermore, I could feel burning emotions pulsating out from that serpentine body as its aura radiated with wrath and disdain. Truth be told, I would rather face Cthulhu again than this ferocious beast.
