C92 Sang of God

Endless balls of lightning rained down on Nero as he waved his arm. The corner of Nero's mouth curled up in a disdainful smile. 'Ainphent, aren't you underestimating me? Although I can't use a weapon, that doesn't mean I'm weaker than before!'

The monstrous devil fire suddenly dimmed, and the dark purple demon Nero abruptly flapped his wings, facing the thunder ball, and shot towards Ainphent