"Finally… are you willing to show yourself, Crimson Ruler—the Mephista of that dimension?"
On the frontlines of the Underworld Pluto Army, Aaron slowly opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on the distant royal city of Mephisto.
"Aiagos has already broken through to the Eighth Sense. Seems my choice wasn't wrong."
With that, Aaron's black shadow vanished from the world before him, coinciding with Aiagos slowly closing the dimensional gate.
Suddenly, a blinding surge of energy erupted from within the gate. Mephisto had reappeared before their eyes!
"Pluto Army! Hades' fighters! All of you must die!"
Under Aiagos' Eighth Sense move, the devil's iconic horns were broken in the battle, leaving Mephisto looking unusually humiliated.
Though he could rapidly heal, the pain that nearly peeled away his skin made him grit his teeth.
Gone was his previous arrogance. The Underworld fighter before him was undeniably powerful.
Flames of anger erupted, shrouding him, yet his horns—the symbol of his demonic identity—were broken. This was a disgrace!
"I underestimated you! I didn't guard properly!"
Mephisto focused, condensing tremendous magical energy in his hands.
"You are formidable, but your greatest regret will be stepping into my territory!"
In an instant, his hands shot skyward, and the magic in his body surged beyond its usual limits. This wasn't mere demonic power—it was the Law of Hell itself.
"Aiagos!"
Aiagos remained calm.
Between heaven and earth, the old devil seemed to command the world itself. A yellow sandstorm rose violently, its vortex far stronger than before.
"Is this… your true power?"
Aiagos felt himself completely pinned by the unexpected energy.
The power of dimensions.
Mephisto had summoned the dimensional power of Hell itself, locking Aiagos in place with supreme willpower.
No matter where Aiagos moved, he would be covered. Super speed could not break this ultimate lock.
Scarlet lightning descended instantly from the sky. Under its strike, Earth Sha's underworld fighters were turned to dust, only to be revived and returned to the frontlines.
The Underworld warriors of Tiangang reluctantly opened their small universes, attempting to resist the lightning.
Mephisto's fury shook all of Hell. Countless demons sought shelter in caves, while even Lucifer frowned under the oppressive energy.
"This is it… my power to end everything!"
Hell itself seemed to approach its apocalypse. The swirling energy in the hands of the old devil caused even Aiagos, with his Eighth Sense, to frown.
"You are strong!" Aiagos admitted silently. The enemy before him was indeed formidable—so strong that even his Eighth Sense might not suffice.
Yet, Aiagos fully ignited the power of his own small universe.
"But I serve the Pluto Army—Aiagos of Tianxiong Star, the Garuda!"
"How could I lose to a wretched devil like you?!"
He didn't speak, but his eyes blazed with cosmic fighting spirit, like a constellation come alive.
"Clear the area! Balendain, Xilu Feidu—retreat three hundred miles!"
"Indra's Baptism!"
Pillars of flame erupted from the ground, shooting skyward and scattering into innumerable blazing feathers, melting earth and sky alike.
Under this overwhelming pressure, Aiagos demonstrated a power rivaling Mephisto's. His indiscriminate assault neutralized all surrounding magic, melting mountains, rocks, and even warping the skies. Mephisto's attacks were completely nullified.
Yet Aiagos was not unscathed. This full-range assault still inflicted tremendous strain.
"…What is this?"
Aiagos noticed the scars on his body fading. A familiar energy appeared before him.
"Master Hades?"
From the void, Aaron slowly walked forward. Cerberus transformed into a puppy, leaping into Aaron's arms.
"Hades?"
Mephisto felt an icy chill. A young man approached, radiating an energy that offset the old devil's destructive might.
But it wasn't Aaron's doing.
"Aiagos, you've done well."
At the crucial moment, Aiagos had unleashed the ultimate power of the Eighth Sense, impressing even Aaron with the fighting spirit that surged forth.
Humans may have limits… but some, like Aiagos, transcend them. Just as the ancient human Saints once did.
"My lord… I… I have disgraced the Underworld…" Aiagos thought, regretting not finishing Mephisto himself.
Aaron did not blame him.
"It's not your fault. The Plane of Hell is a fascinating place," Aaron said, ignoring Mephisto entirely as he walked toward the royal city.
Near the royal city, an intense energy tried to pierce through the void.
But Aaron faced it without hesitation.
It was the Crimson Eyes.
A pair of red eyes emanated overwhelming power, the origin of this aura.
"It's been a long time, ruler of another world," Aaron said with a faint smile.
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