The beastly battle raged on for half an hour, staining the entire land black as iron with Beezelbub's blood.

By now, Beezelbub was as vast as a wild field of wheat, towering as high as a snowy mountain.

Turing, on the other hand, seemed like a faintly glowing glass bead, toyed with by the immense Beezelbub.

Though it appeared that Turing was at a disadvantage, only Beezelbub, her opponent, knew that it was she who was truly falling behind.

With each swing of Turing's arm, she stirred a wave of dusky orchid, hacking off chunks of flesh from Beezelbub; with each twist of her wrist, she distorted a space of indigo green, wrenching Beezelbub's head, tentacles, and fangs off her body at once.

The clock on the transforming iron chain and the sparking iron chain glowed harmoniously, Turing's labyrinthine arena of interlocking iron chains resembling a dazzling nightclub stage, shimmering with wild and sharp light.

Treading ghostly steps, Turing roamed freely on the iron chains, casually moving about. Blessed with the prophecy window, Beezelbub found it nearly impossible to touch Turing, always zooming past her.

As the consumption continued, Beezelbub's condition was almost reaching its breaking point.

But Turing remained expressionless, as if her magic was inexhaustible.

"Do you think I dare not kill you, Turing?"

"Now, I'll give you one last chance!"

"If I were you, I'd lay down obediently!"

Beezelbub's voice echoed like a malevolent spirit calling souls from hell, resembling a moving mountain range, she hurled her own massive body fiercely towards Turing.

Storms and clouds surged, but Turing merely glanced back with indifference at the apocalyptic scene behind her. She lightly twisted her elbow, and countless orchid-colored iron chains extended from behind and pulled her into the void.

In an instant, Turing disappeared from her original spot, evading Beezelbub's catastrophic attack.

"Perish."

The long-haired version of Turing suddenly appeared on the massive monster Beezelbub's back, raising her two arms high with a face as cold and delicate as an iceberg.

She raised her arms and forcefully pressed down below herself. Clenching her fists, she rotated her elbows to the maximum angle thus far.

A tsunami-like wave of orchid swept around Beezelbub, spiraling in a manner akin to a landslide or a flood.

Beezelbub was twisted into a massive twisted knot by the countless iron chains.

The violent cries of contorted limbs, howls, and the shattering sounds of thousands of flesh pieces bending like iron sheets reverberated through the sky.

The eerie and majestic sound, swallowing up the heavens and the earth, overshadowing the stars and nebulae, was enough to drive anyone who listened mad.

"You have no chance left, Turing!!!"

"I will kill you!!!"

Beezelbub's furious and deep growl shook the earth, the clouds obscured, and now she was truly intent on killing.

From her colossal body, resembling mountains and seas, countless wings made of flesh and blood sprouted, encompassing Turing, directly flying into the sky.

At that moment, Beezelbub, like the mythical roc, flapped her wings and soared straight into the stratosphere.