Chapter 137: Fell to his trap.

Mykel and Lilith clashed their fists and it created a massive black hole right in between their fists. It grew bigger, and they had to move away from it because it was dangerous. They both cracked their knuckles and fingers so that they felt the pain and the burning inside their skins.

They kept doing that over and over, throwing punches at each other and it was a fight that made them excited. The flames had occupied the fifth layer of hell and everything inside had been burned to crisp, even the flame on the fifth layer got extinguished because it lost to the heat that Mykel and Lilith produced.

"That flame, I admire its power," Lilith said as she looked at the flames on her fist that she couldn't extinguish.

"I could say the same," Mykel replied as he struggled to extinguish the black flame in his fist. "But your flame is no match for mine. The longer you fight, the less of you will remain," Mykel said as he looked at Lilith who tried to hide the pain.