"The power of the small universe—activate!"
The Big Three's small universes were already approaching the Eighth Sense, but until now, only Minos had successfully broken through during battle.
Now, Aiagos' moment had arrived.
Aaron didn't need to act himself—Aiagos, Minos, or Radamandis could seize the opportunity. Their breakthrough to the Eighth Sense created the key node necessary for Aaron to eventually reverse ultimate power.
"Stubborn! Then die!"
Mephisto brandished the ring-shaped magical blade in his hand.
As an entity capable of traveling freely across multiverses, this old devil was a rare Level God Father.
Though his current realm hadn't reached single-universe level, weaker gods of individual universes posed no difficulty for him.
Especially here—in Hell, his home field—Mephisto's combat efficiency soared to 200%. Absorbing the laws of the Hell Plane allowed his original strength to undergo a qualitative transformation.
He was a formidable opponent, certainly no weaker than the great snake Minos had faced.
After all, that snake had been sealed by Odin for countless years; even touching single-universe level briefly, it had not fully recovered.
True to his arrogant nature, Aiagos watched Minos' success as if it were fate itself: the dead snake Yemengarde was vanquished in the underworld, coinciding perfectly with Minos' breakthrough.
Facing the nearly 100-meter-tall red demon, Aiagos smirked disdainfully.
Instantly, the small universe's energy surged beneath his feet.
A nearby hill, once towering like a mountain, collapsed instantly.
A black shadow shot into the sky, moving so fast it left only an afterimage.
Aiagos—the king of the skies among underworld warriors—was incomparably swift.
But Mephisto was no slouch.
This was his home field. Hell itself was the kingdom of Mephisto, and here, Aiagos would face true resistance.
It was like a Saint attempting to defeat an underworld fighter: without Athena's divine protection, the Saint would have long succumbed to the Eighth Hell's frozen inferno.
Aiagos unleashed his full power.
Flames of Garuda erupted across his body, stirring the surrounding air into a blistering heatwave. Countless flame blades whirled around him.
At that moment, Mephisto fired a long fireball from his hand, arcing toward the ground where Aiagos stood.
Aiagos dodged and collided with the fireball using the Flame of Garuda in his own hands.
In an instant, a mountain peak behind him disintegrated into dust, consumed by the two opposing flames.
"Interesting… very interesting!"
Mephisto's lips curved in a hint of admiration.
Aiagos charged relentlessly, undeterred by Mephisto's continued assault.
Raising his palm, Mephisto gestured, and hellish lava erupted from the ground.
Underworld fighters scrambled to avoid the molten torrent. Balendain and Xilu Feidu countered with their own techniques, diverting the lava—but the lesser demon soldiers weren't so fortunate, many being incinerated instantly.
Aiagos paid them no mind.
Not only was he the king of aerial combat, but he was also a master of flame manipulation.
In terms of speed, Aiagos even surpassed the light-speed feats of the Golden Saints, approaching divine velocity. Among the Big Three of the underworld, while their fighting power was evenly matched, Aiagos' overall strength was unmatched.
He dodged the hellfire with superhuman speed, weaving in countless directions in a single breath. Behind him, the combined hell flames and Garuda's fire erupted in massive shockwaves, forming a spectacular ring of fire.
"Hahahaha! Aiagos, is it?"
Mephisto laughed, unleashing magic into the air.
"This is my territory, and I am the King of Hell! You underworlders, do not even think of leaving!"
Condensing endless energy from the sky, Mephisto drew ten droplets of lava into himself from the fractured space above.
Hellfire rained down, surging from all directions under the laws of Hell.
Even Aiagos, at maximum speed, frowned. Fighting on the enemy's home field was never the wise choice.
"Garuda, flap!"
Garuda's wings sprang to life, bathed in hellfire, awakening as if sentient.
With a piercing cry, X-shaped rays erupted from the scarlet sky. Wherever the rays passed, fire-arrow-like projectiles shattered instantly.
Under Garuda's roar, hellfire from all directions coalesced, surging toward Mephisto.
"Interesting!"
Mephisto raised his palm again, scattering the X-shaped energy with a wave of concentrated red power.
The Seventh Sense's small universe, Aiagos realized, was nearly useless against a master of this realm.
But this was only a feint.
The moment the X-shaped rays dissipated, Aiagos appeared directly above Mephisto, plummeting from the sky at incomprehensible speed.
The soles of his feet burned with Garuda's flames, striking toward Mephisto's head.
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