"Is this… the Small Universe of the Eighth Sense?"
The moment Garuda disappeared, Aiagos felt an overwhelming energy surge within his body.
"Boom!!!"
At once, the Seventh Sense small universe within him erupted.
The drop of divine blood in his body began merging with every cell, transforming him completely. Aiagos was no longer entirely human.
The blood of God had unlocked his small universe. With his own comprehension, the Eighth Sense was now within his grasp.
"So… this is the Eighth Sense."
The Small Universe of the Eighth Sense represented the limit of human potential. But it was only the threshold to higher-level small universes.
Since the age of mythology, only one warrior in the Sanctuary had ever glimpsed beyond the Eighth Sense: the Ninth Sense—the true realm of God, indistinguishable from divinity itself.
Meanwhile, Mephisto roared in fury.
He unleashed all his energy at once, hellfire and the full weight of infernal law radiating from his body. The surrounding lords joined the assault.
But Aiagos merely opened his eyes.
He had no intention of directly blocking the incoming onslaught.
Concentrating, his thoughts barely moved—and a barrier, formed from the small universe, materialized around him.
Mephisto's attack collided with the barrier. Flames pierced and tried to consume him—but the small universe absorbed every strike without causing him harm.
This move was unprecedented—Aiagos had adapted it from the technique of the Aries Gold Saint. He transformed the Garuda from his own magic star into a shield, capable of absorbing all attacks.
Now, beyond super speed and offense, Aiagos possessed formidable defense.
In an instant, the flames vanished—and so did Aiagos' shadow.
The pitch-black fist of his Eighth Sense descended upon Mephisto like a thunderbolt.
Cunning as he was, Mephisto attempted to evade by swapping positions with a Lord-level Heavenly Father Demon—but it was too late.
Other demons in his entourage were instantly obliterated into ash.
"Shh!"
Even the Level God Father demons were shocked.
Mephisto's dodging was insufficient. The moment he struck the demon, Aiagos' Eighth Sense had already tracked him. His movements were transparent to Aiagos.
The almost god-like fist struck Mephisto's transposed magic energy, shattering it instantly.
The force of Garuda's strike blasted through the devil's defenses. Mephisto's body flew backward, face turning pale in disbelief.
"Pff!!!"
Blood spurted from his mouth. He stared at Aiagos in shock. Moments ago, he hadn't sensed such power—how could it exist now?
The small universe's force relentlessly assaulted him. Mephisto had to expend magic just to stabilize himself; otherwise, one strike would have destroyed him entirely.
"Shua!"
With difficulty, Mephisto raised his right hand. Flames surged from his blackened fingertips, unleashing an infernal slash.
This was no ordinary hellfire. It was the fire that burned the soul itself—like Ghost Rider's flame, consuming all evil. But here, it was wielded by the master-level Hell Lord, Mephisto.
Aiagos was prepared.
"The Cosmic Illusion!"
This rare technique intersected the "Galaxy World" and the "Illusory World," manipulating space to hurl enemies into a dimension of annihilation. Physical, mental, and spatial attacks combined into one unstoppable strike. Even a Gold Saint would perish under it.
The force tore through Mephisto's body, collapsing lands and shattering the earth beneath him. Hellfire radiated, piercing the blood-red sky and stretching beyond the horizon.
Aiagos' ultimate strike enveloped Mephisto, hurling him into another dimension.
"No! You cannot kill me! I am the Lord of Hell! I am Mephisto!!!"
The devil unleashed a surge of magical energy, attempting to escape—but the immense spatial pressure immobilized him.
Aiagos did not intend to kill.
"It doesn't matter if I can't kill you," he said calmly.
"I only want you to know, in endless torment, that my Pluto is not to be provoked."
He lowered his hands.
With a final surge of force, the spatial gateway closed. Mephisto was suppressed under the overwhelming pressure—helpless.
Even the grandson of the Five Elements Mountain, if caught here, would be forced to submit.
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