Beelzebub coughed up a mouthful of blood after receiving the devastating Entropy punch from the White Death.
The Devil Paragon had prepared extensively for this battle. He had reinforced his internal organs and carefully attuned his energy to better resist the erasing power of Entropy. Yet even with all those preparations, the White Death had grown far stronger than before.
The human's senses were sharper, his mind more resilient, and his control over Entropy purer and more refined.
The final trace of hope that the battle could be turned around shattered when Beelzebub heard Baal's scream of agony.
A moment later, an overwhelming gravitational force swept across the entire layer. Baal was retreating.
Beelzebub did not hesitate for even a fraction of a second.
Pushing his Gift to its limit, the Devil Paragon unleashed a burst of temporal force that forced the White Death backward. Then he turned and fled.
It proved to be a wise decision.
