The collision of the God-King-level auras brought about a true disaster.
At this level of war, no life or matter could survive. Fortunately, the hell realm ruled by Mephisto was vast, and as a special dimension, it had its own unique structure and energy. Hell itself was shaking from the collision, but unless it was specifically targeted, it couldn't be destroyed by mere aftershocks.
The war between the lords of hell wasn't a daily occurrence, but many battles had been fought over the years.
Bang!
A golden light exploded, and Mephisto's pupils widened in shock. The brilliant light tore through space, instantly arcing through the air and appearing right in front of him. It was so fast that he had no time to react. Luckily,
Mephisto was a demon and not weak in melee combat. He instinctively crossed his arms in front of him.
The fist, encased in a golden glove, struck his forearms. However, Mephisto was surprised that there was no forceful impact at all—just a light touch. He immediately sensed something was wrong. As expected, Leon's move was a feint.
No, it was an instant reaction on the fly, a perfect display of overwhelming power.
Mephisto had reacted by using his arms to block, and Leon had instantly changed his attack. Using his arms as a fulcrum, Leon spun his body and unleashed his right leg like a steel whip, kicking Mephisto squarely in the cheek with explosive power. Mephisto's cheek caved in, and his entire body was sent hurtling toward the castle like a cannonball.
One sonic boom after another whistled through the air, followed by a resounding boom as he slammed into the castle, causing a violent explosion. The terrifying airwaves swept across the ground, shaking it violently and kicking up a storm of dust and rubble.
A small part of the castle completely collapsed. The fact that a small portion of the castle was destroyed by this level of impact showed that its structure and materials were far from ordinary. After all, it was the home of the demon lord, Mephisto.
But Leon wasn't interested in that. Calmly, he extended his palm downward, and a brilliant golden light bloomed from it.
Accompanied by a whistling, piercing sound, hundreds of millions of meteor-like beams rained down on Mephisto's castle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deep crimson barrier appeared over the castle. The hundreds of millions of light-speed punches hit the barrier, creating a terrifying explosion loud enough to burst eardrums. Each beam was a light-speed punch he had thrown, powered by the golden sequence of the Seventh Sense microcosm.
The power of each punch was enough to destroy a planet.
A power that could crush stars. The barrier couldn't withstand it for long before it shattered. The remaining punches bombarded the castle, wantonly baptizing and destroying it.
The entire hell realm shook even more violently. The castle was instantly vaporized and annihilated. The swirling dust spread in all directions like a flood, and the dense cracks in the ground expanded wildly.
The surface was ripped apart layer by layer under this constant bombardment.
Soon, a dark, bottomless pit with a diameter of hundreds of millions of kilometers appeared. This ancient and time-honored fighting style of the Saints was truly terrifying in its sheer power.
This monumental commotion terrified the demons in the hell dimension. In the operating bars, demon hunters, mercenaries, succubi, and others were all lying on the ground, trembling.
They couldn't fathom what kind of war could produce such a terrifying destructive force.
These bars weren't in the central area of the hell dimension, which was Mephisto's territory. No demon was bold enough to open a business there, so they always tried to keep their distance.
Even from so far away, the noise of the battle was loud enough to reach them. It was difficult to imagine how terrible a war of that magnitude must be.
In one of the bars, a portly man wearing a cowboy hat and clothes was holding a succubus. Now, he was sweating and trembling on the ground. As a renowned and cruel hell hunter, he was notorious for his ruthlessness. But right now, he was terrified.
"What in hell is going on? Who's fighting in the lord's territory?" he trembled, taking out a rag to wipe his sweaty forehead as his mind raced. He swore on his atrophied cerebellum that only a lord-level being could unleash this level of destruction.
His strength in hell wasn't top-tier, but he definitely wasn't at the bottom, otherwise he wouldn't have earned the famous title of "hell hunter."
However, even from this distance, the aura from the battle had made him lie down, unable to even muster the courage to fight.
But that wasn't the main point. The main point was that this was the territory of Mephisto, the Lord of Hell and a demon king of Satan. Who else in hell would dare to break into Mephisto's territory and start a war? He had a feeling something big was happening. Information was the most important asset, no matter where you were, especially in a place like hell where conspiracies and killings were everywhere. If you couldn't get first-hand information in time, you might die without even knowing how.
"Have you heard any news recently?" the fat man asked the charming succubus who was also lying on the ground, not making a sound. Her beautiful face was bitter, and she shook her head like a rattle. "Things have been the same recently. I haven't heard a thing."
"That's strange," the fat man said, stroking his chin in thought. "How about I risk it and go see?"
Boom! Another terrifying wave of energy erupted, and screams reached his ears. It was obvious that a group of unlucky demons had been caught in the blast, which completely dispelled his idea. He lowered his head and honestly crawled along the ground. Forget it, the risk isn't worth it. I'll just be honest.
"You damn little brat!"
A furious voice echoed through the sky. In the endless abyss, a raging hellfire gushed out. Mephisto's demon body was engulfed in it, his expression enraged, as the bloody scars on his body healed at a visible rate. Mephisto glared at the man in the sky who was looking down at him indifferently. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Leon to shreds.
But in his heart, he was still incredibly shocked by the intense bombardment from just now. Every punch contained the power to destroy stars. The continuous bombardment had even formed a regional suppression, preventing him from escaping the area through black magic. He could only endure the attacks. Although he had survived, he was still covered in wounds.
This kind of terrifying power made Mephisto feel a little bit of fear.
He felt that his opponent was a little too scary. Even with his combat power suppressed in a different dimension, Leon could still launch attacks that frightened him.
"This damn kid—his strength, speed, and combat awareness are all terrifying," Mephisto analyzed.
"And that freezing air… what a bastard. How in hell did this freak appear?" He quickly came to a grim conclusion: he, Mephisto, might not be able to beat Leon, and the possibility was very high.
Whoosh!
Golden light burst forth, and Mephisto's heart trembled. A finger was pressed against the back of his head, and Leon's cold voice rang in his ears,
"Don't tell me that kid has nothing to do with you."
"What are you trying to do? Don't tell me you really want to fight me to the death," Mephisto said angrily without turning his head.
Even with a finger pressed against the back of his head, he wasn't afraid. He didn't believe that Leon really wanted to fight to the death with him. After all, he, Mephisto, was the demon lord who ruled hell. To achieve his goals, he could do whatever it took, even abandoning his dignity and humbling himself.
But if Leon pushed too hard, Mephisto would have to fight to the death. If Mephisto truly abandoned all caution and fought to the death, he would be feared—and that was true fear. Because the opponent wouldn't know whether they would live or die and would have to pay a painful, unacceptable price.
Therefore, there were rarely life-and-death battles between God-Kings.
The Ancient One had broken into hell and beat him severely, forcing him to sign a contract, but she hadn't dared to kill him. Did she not want to kill him? No, it was because the Ancient One didn't dare to push him so far that Mephisto would fight to the death. So it was more likely that the other party was teaching him a lesson like the Ancient One or asking for benefits.
Unfortunately, Mephisto didn't think that Leon didn't care about any of that. Fighting to the death? That's even better.
...
A flash of blue light appeared in his eyes. The terrifying small universe gushed out, and his fingertips glowed with a brilliant golden light.
Boom!
The golden beam pierced through Mephisto's head and shot away. After a long while, the golden pillar of light exploded at the end of the horizon, and a terrifying vibration and explosion raged and swelled.
Mephisto was pierced through the head, but Leon showed no signs of joy. Instead, he instantly changed his fingers to a palm and blocked the left side.
Bang!
An airwave exploded, and Leon's palm blocked a terrifying crimson punch.
The figure floating in the sky didn't even shake. Leon clenched his fist, trapping Mephisto's hand so tightly the demon couldn't break free.
He ignored the dark power erupting from the demon's hand and suddenly threw him in front of him. Mephisto's eyes were filled with surprise, followed by terror. The unstable position left a massive opening, and for Leon, that was the same as a death sentence.
He raised his knee and exploded upward with immense force, kicking Mephisto in the abdomen and sending him flying.
The arm that had been clamped to Leon was torn off, and blood splattered everywhere. Leon's figure once again arced through the air like a golden thread. He rushed to Mephisto, and in the demon's painful and horrified eyes, Leon's fist erupted with a brilliant golden light.
The infinite energy of the small universe exploded, and a gorgeous, surging, boundless cold air turned into a storm of ice and snowflakes that swept toward Mephisto.
This was the secret of the Aquarius Saint's technique: Diamond Dust.
It freezes everything with the absolute zero of the freezing air. At such a short distance, Mephisto couldn't dodge at all. Mephisto truly smelled the breath of death. Without hesitation, he immediately played his trump card, and a terrifying energy that far exceeded his previous power suddenly burst out from his body.
Boom!
The vast and boundless crimson energy turned into flames and burned everything. The collision of the flames and the freezing air made all of hell's time and space seem to stand still. Hell was divided into two worlds: one side was flames, and the other was boundless, icy winter.
In the part of the world that was frozen in frost, Leon's calm expression finally changed. He could feel that Mephisto's power was soaring at an astonishing speed. He also felt that the source of this power was hell itself.
"Drawing on the source of hell to unleash power far beyond his normal state? This is finally getting interesting." The corners of Leon's mouth turned up.
He had gone straight into hell to find Mephisto, wasn't he waiting for this moment? Fighting was always the best way to improve strength. He had once let Salina, Lisa, and the other Saints face Hela in a dream, so they wouldn't hesitate to take action in the face of desperate situations. The same reason applied now.
Compared to him, Mephisto's normal strength was not outstanding.
Even with the dimension's natural power, Leon's actual combat power had not been weakened too much. His microcosm had been suppressed to a certain extent, but in battle, his microcosm would continue to improve, and his physical strength had not decreased at all.
What truly deserved his seriousness was Mephisto at this very moment, drawing from the source of hell. As for the subsequent weakening of hell due to the drawing of its source, Leon didn't care at all. He wasn't interested in this place anyway.
What did it matter to him if it was destroyed? He only cared about the now-stronger Mephisto. Through this battle, he could squeeze out his potential and grow stronger.
"Damn kid, I'll chop off your head and take your heart as a trophy! I'll let your soul be tortured in hell for hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years!" Mephisto was in the boundless sea of fire. His arm that had been violently torn off was also restored.
The terrifying aura soared like a rocket. He roared in anger and rushed out of the sea of fire at an unparalleled speed, hurtling toward Leon.
Leon was not to be outdone. He turned into a golden beam and charged toward Mephisto.
Boom!
The red and golden light and shadows collided instantly. The world turned upside down, and space became blurred and distorted.
(End of Chapter)
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