"Damn!!"
"How can this be!!"
"No, you are still hiding your strength!!"
The moment the several Mephistos rushing forward sensed the immense force radiating from the energy sphere, their expressions contorted with alarm.
Because from it, they felt traces of an endless, violent power—a power that seemed ready to erupt like a tsunami with just the lightest trigger.
They knew the truth. If that energy reached them, they wouldn't merely be injured. They might be obliterated.
There was no retreat.
At that moment, they had no ability to pull back. Even the weapons they had swung down were already too far committed to retract.
Boom!!!
In the next instant, the explosive force detonated, rippling in all directions. Like a sea of flame, shockwaves carved through the air, creating concentric pulses of pressure.
The impact rivaled a cataclysmic quake, shaking everything within reach.
The vicinity was decimated. Blasted by the surge, the Mephistos were hurled like ragdolls, crashing violently into the earth and gouging out massive craters.
But Finn wasn't focused on them.
His attention was pinned on the original Mephisto, who was now channeling an even more overwhelming energy. That attack was aimed squarely at him.
Despite the leap in his own strength, Finn knew better than to underestimate the threat.
Especially with the Demon King still unaccounted for.
This wasn't just about one Mephisto. There were many of them—and the King himself. Any hesitation could prove fatal.
"Boy, you can't resist this time. Go to hell!!!"
The original Mephisto roared, and the volatile dark energy he conjured surged out like an expanding black hole, pressing down on the ground until it cracked further, revealing long-forgotten arcane glyphs etched deep into the bedrock.
Boom!!!
That energy sphere wasn't just radiant—it was apocalyptic. It glowed with malevolent intensity, casting black light like a burning eclipse.
Time seemed to distort as the sphere accelerated toward Finn, space bending and warping in its wake.
Finn's brows furrowed as he analyzed the terrifying magnitude of this new attack.
It wasn't mere intimidation—this power was on the level of cosmic annihilation. He had to act, fast.
In a flash, he twisted his body, repositioning with tactical precision.
"Want to destroy me with that?"
The Sword of the Vishanti vanished from his grasp, replaced by an effulgence of raw light erupting from his core. A hybrid manifestation of the Darkhold's magic and the mystic energy of Kamar-Taj began to radiate outward.
The fusion between those two ancient forces blanketed a hundred-mile radius, crackling with layered spells and cosmic turbulence.
The very fabric of space trembled at the strain.
Boom!!!
The original Mephisto's energy sphere surged, tearing through dimensions. It howled across the battleground, drawing closer to Finn with lethal intent.
Inches separated them now.
"Don't try your little tricks anymore. In front of my energy sphere, your only end is death!"
Mephisto's voice was calm, almost satisfied. He believed in his power—believed that the overwhelming energy would swallow Finn whole.
But Finn remained silent.
Instead, as the sphere neared, a new darkness curled around his left arm. It was subtle at first, a crawling black aura without warning.
Then, sigils—brilliant and intricate—etched themselves into his flesh. They glowed with divine resonance, shifting with an eerie mix of celestial radiance and demonic malice.
It wasn't clear what kind of energy this was. But it was ancient. Primordial.
In the next heartbeat—
Boom!!!
Finn clenched his fist and punched straight into the oncoming sphere.
The collision of energies detonated like the destruction of galaxies.
Explosions of color ripped through the dimension—flames swirling into chaotic vortices, broken terrain rising from the earth like crust flayed from a wound.
The shockwave reduced everything in a hundred-mile radius to ruin. Earth, stone, and shattered cosmic fragments hung suspended in the air, as if time itself had been paused.
Then, a flash of white light pierced the sky.
Brighter than a dying star.
It pulsed once, and all sound vanished.
When the brilliance faded, silence reigned.
The ground had caved in deeply, pitted and fractured by the cataclysm. The storm of dust and debris churned in slow spirals, suspended midair as if resisting gravity.
Even the flying stones were locked in a surreal stillness, hanging like celestial bodies frozen in orbit.
"How... how can this be!!!"
The original Mephisto stared in disbelief.
He had put everything into that attack. Every ounce of his demonic might. That sphere should have consumed Finn.
But instead, it had shattered.
Obliterated by the human's bare fist.
"As I said, your strength is low-level trash."
Through the storm of dust, Finn stepped forward. His silhouette emerged slowly—upright, unharmed. His eyes burned with unshakable calm.
They were cold. Merciless.
Eyes of someone staring at a corpse yet to realize it's dead.
In that moment, Mephisto understood.
Finn wasn't merely powerful.
He was the reckoning.
And he hadn't even gotten serious yet.
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