The war in hell not only affected Mephisto's dimension, but the immense fluctuations from the battle were also perceived by the lords of other hell dimensions. These demon lords were extremely surprised. Who could make the demon king Mephisto draw upon the very source of his hell to fight?
Every time a hell's source is consumed, it takes a significant amount of time to repair, and during this period, the realm is plagued by various natural disasters. Therefore, drawing on the source is a last resort. Unless in a truly desperate situation, no demon lord would use it easily.
Hell is a general concept. There are many hells, each like a pocket universe, some large, some small. These hells are connected and collectively called the Hell Dimension. Each hell has a master, a demon lord.
Mephisto holds the title of "Satan, the Demon King" because he is strong enough to defeat the demon lords throughout the entire hell dimension. His immense power forces the other demon lords to acknowledge his name. But this is just an acknowledgement; every demon lord has a very high degree of independence. Even Mephisto cannot command other demon lords; at most, he has greater authority.
Even so, Mephisto's status in hell was very high. The other demon lords, despite their unwillingness to accept it, had to admit that such a high-ranking demon lord was not only being beaten but was being beaten to the point where he needed to draw on his own hell's source to fight.
This immediately piqued the interest of the other demon lords. They all turned their eyes to Mephisto's kingdom, observing the battle with keen interest. They watched as the two figures intertwined thousands of times in an instant, the power generated by their collisions destroying the world. Hell was in turmoil. Countless demons in the kingdom were affected and died, either fleeing or trembling on the ground from excessive fear.
"What a strange power—ancient and sacred. I have never seen it before. Is he a god?"
"What immense power. I hate this power."
"Who is this person who can compete with Mephisto when he's drawing on hell's source?"
"A newly-risen god?"
These demon lords watched and tried to find out information about Leon, but they were unable to.
The battle between Leon and Mephisto was so fierce that mortals could not possibly imagine it. The infinite power unleashed by Mephisto, who was drawing from the source of his hell, was still increasing. Leon began to feel the pressure, a stark change from the initial ease. Mephisto wielded a demonic blade imbued with various forms of black magic and curses. If hit, it would directly affect both flesh and soul. The dual erosion would kill a person in a short amount of time.
Leon's body at this level was immune to such black magic and curses, so he was not afraid. What he valued was Mephisto's endless black magic. As an ancient being who had lived for who knows how many billions of years, the knowledge stored in his mind was unimaginably vast. Even a slight touch from a sinister black magic could cause one to be affected.
Leon was under increasing pressure from Mephisto's crazed attacks, but such pressure did not make him retreat. On the contrary, his fighting will was burning. His soaring fighting spirit turned into strength, and under the constant pressure, he was growing rapidly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two figures in the sky collided in various arcs as if in a dance, pushing each other away and then colliding again. Every collision would unleash a devastating airwave, shaking, twisting, and blurring the world. The surface of the earth was repeatedly struck by airwaves, and the ground was peeled off layer by layer. The dense pits resembled the hideous and ugly surface of the moon.
Heh!
With a clear and angry shout during a rapid collision, Leon's small universe was burning, and his high fighting spirit rushed into the sky. He waved his fist, and a terrifyingly cold frost storm raged out, mixed with golden lightning.
Facing the oncoming freezing air, Mephisto was not afraid. On the contrary, the constant influx of power and the feeling of strength made him instinctively not dodge. Holding the demonic blade, the blood-like cloak behind him rustled. In a high-speed impact, he suddenly swept it across, and in an instant, a purple crack appeared in front of him, like the terrible vertical eye of a demon, swallowing the freezing air shot by Leon. Mephisto did not stop and crashed into the crack.
Leon lost sight of Mephisto and stared at the crack. Suddenly, another purple crack quietly emerged behind him. Mephisto's figure rushed out of it, the dark black demonic blade, imbued with terrifying dark magic and curses, aimed directly at Leon's head. Mephisto truly wanted to take Leon's head and fulfill his earlier declaration.
However, Leon's senses, perception ability, and combat awareness were so strong that even though the fluctuations behind him were very small, almost undetectable, they could not escape his senses. Without even turning his head, Leon caused the blue and white cape to flutter behind him, and the surrounding space was instantly frozen. Stepping into this space, Mephisto's body, soul, and demonic blade were all covered with frost and were frozen in place. The impact force had frozen Mephisto's body, and under the condensed frost, he could not complete his attack. The demonic blade stopped just a few meters away from Leon.
Without waiting for Mephisto to break free, Leon turned his back to him and raised his finger. From the endless sky, a thick golden lightning bolt fell and struck Mephisto's body. The powerful impact blasted Mephisto's flesh and blood, and blood splattered.
But this was not the end.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of millions of dense golden lightning bolts continued to explode and strike from all angles—up, down, left, and right—hitting Mephisto's body. He was like a doll that could not struggle, his body swaying in the air as he was repeatedly bombarded. Under this constant impact, Mephisto felt his body and strength being shattered, unable to recover.
Mephisto felt that death was approaching. As the Lord of Hell, in charge of the power of death, he now saw death—how ironic. Mephisto could not accept this fact. He had obviously drawn on the power of the source of his hell, and this was his kingdom, yet he was being beaten by an earthling on his home turf. He had suppressed the other party before, but the other party had continued to grow under this pressure. This was completely against the rules of this universe. Even with extraordinary abilities, who could continue to grow in battle? And he was still an earthling?
Mephisto was unwilling to give up, and in this dire situation, he finally exploded. A terrifying phantom appeared on his body—a throne made of skulls and corpses. The intensive lightning bombarded the phantom of the skull throne, but the surface of the throne did not even ripple. Taking advantage of this momentary gap, a deep red column of light burst out from him, and a raging torrent of energy swept all around.
Leon was like a mountain that would never fall in this torrent. He allowed the energy to hit him but did not take a single step back. He looked at Mephisto and was not surprised that the other party could break free from his kingly fighting method. No matter how weak Mephisto was, he couldn't be so weak that he had no room to fight back. No one knew how many hidden trump cards these old monsters had. Unless it was an absolute crushing and instant kill based on pure strength, it would take him hundreds or even thousands of days to win and defeat his opponent.
However, this scene of suppression still stunned countless demon lords and other gods who were watching from a distance.
"The Throne of Satan is in Mephisto's hands."
"Mephisto, that bastard, has been suppressed to this extent. What is his origin?"
"Hahahaha, Mephisto has come to this day. You old bastard, kill him."
"Mephisto can't die yet. If he dies, the Dark Supreme Council will lack a main member, and Heaven will definitely take this opportunity to start a war."
Some eyes were filled with appreciation, fear, surprise, and shock, and some were full of malice, especially the demon lords of Hell. No matter how much they hated Mephisto, Mephisto was a member of the Dark Council after all and a main force in the Hell Alliance. He was the most important force against Heaven. It was also because of Mephisto's existence that the struggle between Hell and Heaven, while ongoing, had maintained a relative balance. Even with Mephisto, Hell had already fallen into a disadvantage against the powerful Heaven.
If Mephisto were killed, the balance between Hell and Heaven would be completely broken. Then, given Heaven's nature, it would definitely tear up the so-called agreement and wage war against Hell without hesitation. After all, it was well known that Heaven coveted Hell. Why did the war continue? Wasn't it because of resources? Heaven seemed to be law-abiding for countless years, but in fact, its ambition to covet Hell had never been extinguished.
Even for their own sake, the other demon lords would not sit idly by and watch Mephisto die. A pair of malicious eyes, without any concealment, fell upon Leon, who was in the impact of the energy torrent. Leon felt these gazes and snorted coldly.
An explosive energy burst out, interrupting and shattering the energy torrent that was rushing in. The hell world shook violently again. The bottomless cracks on the surface spread like spiderwebs. Countless rocks were pulverized and scattered. It was clear how terrible this impact was. The vast, sacred breath of the ancient gods irrigated the entire hell. Many demons in this hell could not withstand the impact of such a sacred breath. Their bodies were like snow under the sun, extinguished and melted. They couldn't even scream.
Obviously, this was a tough statement to those with malicious eyes. If you have the guts, come. This display of strength shocked the demon lords. Was this man a madman? Faced with the warnings of these demon lords, he was unwilling to retreat? What a madman. The demon lords cursed inwardly, but it was absolutely impossible for them to retreat at this time.
Rumble!
The sky and the vast dark energy were like a black mud flow, and a disgusting aura spread, resisting the divine power that Leon had unleashed. The earth and sky trembled more and more. Leon actually fought against more than a dozen demon lords with his own strength. This feat and courage made other gods who were watching admire and respect him.
Mephisto, who had burst out with power to break free from his predicament, floated in the sky. At the moment, his state was a little embarrassing, and his bright red skin was bloody and torn. Bones could even be seen in many places. Fortunately, with his powerful self-healing ability and his own power, those injuries were healing at an astonishing speed. In terms of vitality alone, the demon race has an inherent advantage, and their skin is thick. Mephisto was no exception.
At the moment, Mephisto's anger had dissipated, and he was full of regret. He felt that he had been foolish to urge his ambitious son to test Leon before. He had considered all possible outcomes, but he never expected Leon to kill him directly in hell without even a second thought and go to war with him. They were ready to fight to the death. Mephisto realized that he couldn't judge Leon with ordinary eyes. He had a hot temper and a tough attitude.
Fortunately, those guys weren't stupid. They knew what would happen if he died. Mephisto felt a little confident. As for whether his subsequent rule would be shaken, that was a matter for the future. He had to find a way to reconcile with Leon now. As for joining forces with other demon lords to kill Leon? He never considered it. The demon lords were originally scheming against each other. They were only able to unite to oppress Leon because of their own interests. Let them fight with Leon? Are you kidding? Is that what demons do? Plus, Leon's hot temper... if he randomly picked a lucky person and fought with him, he didn't know how miserable that person would die, but that lucky person would probably be useless even if they didn't die. Who would want to be this lucky person?
In any case, Mephisto definitely didn't want to. He was only thinking about sending Leon away, even if he had to pay some price.
(End of Chapter)
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