The moment the word "Hell" was mentioned.
Sharon, who was preparing to drive Hawk over, froze with an expression on her face.
After a while.
Sharon snapped out of it and looked at Hawk.
"What?"
"Hell!"
Hawk repeated.
The next moment.
His personal Life and Death Law, through the Hell vortex, finally successfully pinpointed the coordinates of the Hell Dimension.
Without hesitation, Hawk threw a punch.
Bang—
The Life and Death Law surrounded the peak of the fist, and at the moment it touched the space in front, the space shattered like a mirror.
Soon afterward, a pitch-black vortex emitting an aura of death and ominousness appeared before Hawk.
Through the vortex of death before him, Hawk had a clear view of the dark Gate of Hell on the opposite side.
Sharon beside him gaped.
"I've heard there are direwolves around this desert at night."
"Better head back."
"No need to wait for me."
Hawk glanced at the dazed expression of Sharon and, after a reminder, stepped into the Hell vortex that had been forcefully punched open.
Whip!
The instant his body vanished into the Hell vortex, the surrounding air suddenly compressed, and the Hell vortex disappeared without a trace.
In an instant.
The canyon returned to a state of dead silence once more.
Awoooo!
Not far off, direwolves, perhaps sensing a powerful presence leaving, emerged from hidden caves, excitedly howling at the bright moon overhead.
In the midst of the rising and falling wolf howls, Sharon snapped out of it, subconsciously shook her head, and swiftly ran toward the vehicle parked outside the canyon.
In front of the Gate of Hell.
Stepping out of the Hell vortex and now appearing in front of the Gate of Hell, Hawk looked up, gazing at the ominous gate.
He remembers this gate somewhat.
Because…
When his sister Anya was summoned by the Hell Witch, he had sensed such a gate.
That's right.
He recalled the moment his sister Anya was pulled back into the Gate of Hell, the numerous evil spirits lurking around the gate seemingly wanting to tear her apart.
The next moment.
Hawk's gaze swept around.
Before the Gate of Hell lay an abyss, shrouded in impenetrable black fog that mortals could not see through, representing the boundary between life and death.
And within this dense black fog hid numerous creatures known as evil spirits, unwilling to go to Hell or return to the human realm.
As Hawk's gaze landed in the thick fog, evil spirits hidden within released piercing screams, rushing toward Hawk standing before the Gate of Hell.
They were unable to sense Hawk's power, not to mention, if they could, would they even be reduced to evil spirits?
The most crucial point.
They were extremely hungry.
In an instant.
In Hawk's sight, the enveloping black fog seemed to come alive, rapidly closing in on him.
From the fog extended countless claws, seemingly trying to pull Hawk standing before the Gate of Hell in.
Watching this scene, Hawk's lips curled slightly, his lowered right hand slowly surrounded by five fingers.
Ten seconds later.
As Hawk turned around, with the dissipating endless black fog behind him, simultaneously a punch smashed directly onto the Gate of Hell.
"Mephisto!"
"Get out here!"
"Boom!"
Under the shadow of countless fists, the once indestructible Gate of Hell was slammed backward and collapsed.
The sound of the gate collapsing resonated like a giant bell, echoing throughout the Hell Dimension.
Having returned to his palace and contemplating how to deceive Hawk next, to once again attempt capturing Hawk's soul, Mephisto was stunned by the deafening noise. Listening to Hawk's voice echoing throughout the Hell Dimension, he leapt upright from his throne.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Logically, his power simply couldn't have crossed the boundary between life and death to enter my Hell.
Unless…
Had he lost his mind?
Mephisto pondered the possibility and his eyes lit up in realization, promptly stepping forward.
Next time he appeared, he was at the spot where he had just smacked Johnny Blaze flying.
The next moment.
Hawk's figure silently appeared before Mephisto.
The gentleman-like middle-aged man, Mephisto, greeted with a smile first.
"Hawk, welcome to my Hell."
"And then?"
Hawk calmly looked at Mephisto, who seemed eager to perform, matching Mephisto's expression.
"Your son, I've killed him. Oh, you're welcome, no need to thank me."
"...Thank you!"
Mephisto's eyes lit up, his voice sounding very pleased, then he sighed, "I've troubled you. If I could get up to Earth right now, I would personally chop off that ingrate's head..."
Before Mephisto could finish, Hawk added, "By the way, I was worried he might return to Hell and cause trouble for me, so I also destroyed his soul. You won't blame me for that, will you?"
The Life and Death Law is bound with the soul of the Witch Heart Demon, and to obtain the Life and Death Law, one must instantly refine the Witch Heart Demon's soul.
However...
Since Mephisto wants to put on a show, Hawk would accompany him in this act.
After all, he had nothing better to do, so he might as well toy with a fool.
Hawk thought to himself, his keen senses capturing the slight anger that flashed in Mephisto's eyes when the words were spoken.
But in an instant, Mephisto hid this emotion, laughing heartily, "How could I blame you? I can't thank you enough. If that ingrate had succeeded, I'd be in trouble when the Supreme Mage comes knocking at my door."
Speaking as he was,
Mephisto then shifted his tone, enthusiastically inviting Hawk, "Come, to my palace. Anya's inside my palace. Let's have a drink, and I'll bring Anya out to see you, so you siblings can catch up."
There was no doubt he was reminding Hawk.
Your sister is in my hands.
Hawk turned a deaf ear to Mephisto's insinuation, smiled, and declined, "No drinks for me. Just bring my sister out, I'll take her with me, no need to trouble you."
Mephisto was momentarily stunned.
"You've found a body for Anya's soul?"
"Taking her now is just as well. Once we're up there, I'll just find some random passerby, off them, and place my sister in. That should work even better, strike while the iron's hot, you know?"
"...How could I allow that."
Hearing Hawk's words about striking while the iron's hot, Mephisto's mind nearly short-circuited. He hastily replied, "That won't do. Didn't I say? You need to first find a suitable body for your sister, then I'll release her."
Hawk inwardly sneered repeatedly.
Mephisto continued, "Alright then, let's head back to the palace. You've done me such a great favor, I should properly thank you, especially since your sister is waiting in the palace."
His enthusiasm was unabated.
Once Hawk entered the palace, he'd be a lamb to the slaughter.
In fact, it could also work here.
But if he could devour his soul right before his sister's eyes, it would bring Mephisto even more exquisite pleasure.
Mephisto's heart laughed cruelly, his exterior smiling with gentlemanly enthusiasm.
Their eyes met.
Hawk chuckled softly.
"Forget it, the soul will do. Bring my sister's soul, Mephisto."
"..."
Mephisto's face wore a smile as if he was genuinely considering Hawk's welfare, but as he met Hawk's gaze, it slowly disappeared.
His expression grew somewhat cold.
"What, don't you trust me?"
"No, I don't!"
"..."
Mephisto fell silent.
He stared at Hawk with an expressionless face.
Hawk stared right back at him.
Mephisto spoke again, and this time his voice was not only cold but also sinister.
"Hawk, do you know what your biggest mistake is?"
"Oh."
"You're overconfident, just like that foolish Johnny."
Seeing his plan to lure Hawk become impossible, Mephisto couldn't maintain his facade any longer, sneering, "If you were on Earth, I wouldn't be able to do a thing to you, but now that you're in Hell, don't even think about leaving."
As he spoke, the sound of skin tearing erupted from Mephisto's body.
In the blink of an eye.
Mephisto's demon form, roughly two meters and twenty centimeters tall, emerged from the human husk that was barely one meter seventy.
With horns on his head and a tail behind, revealing his true demon form, Mephisto's hollow nostrils spitting sparks, "As the human saying goes, Heaven has a path, but you don't walk it; there is no door to Hell, yet you've come through."
Hawk's expression didn't change much when Mephisto's demon form appeared; he kept his gaze calmly fixed on Mephisto, "So, it turns out you never intended to release my sister's soul at all."
Mephisto laughed heartily!
"Release it!"
"Haha!"
"That was a lie. You can't trust the words of a demon. Didn't your mother ever tell you that?"
"Oh right."
"I forgot, you don't have a mother!"
Having already regarded Hawk as a lamb for the slaughter, Mephisto removed his disguise and began to taunt Hawk mercilessly.
Hawk cast a blank look at the triumphant Mephisto.
"Fuck your mother!"
"..."
The manic expression froze on Mephisto's face.
Evidently.
His self-perceived sharp tongue was no match for the eloquence of ancient Eastern curses.
Mephisto's charred, crimson demon face turned a deeper shade of red at an observable speed.
His golden demon eyes bore intensely into Hawk's unwaveringly calm expression, almost choking out his words.
"You found death!"
"Can you kill me?"
Hawk's tone remained calm, and as he spoke, a black Phoenix emerged, projected in space behind him.
In the next moment.
The black Phoenix spread its Phoenix Wings above the Hell Dimension, releasing its cry to the Hell Dimension!
"Screech—!"