Bang!!!
In an instant, the void exploded.
The aftermath of energy swept across the landscape like a tidal wave.
Half the mountain collapsed under the shockwave.
The combined power of the four demonic entities was overwhelming, each blow enough to level cities. No ordinary being could hope to stand against such fury.
And yet—
In that crucial moment, two distinct magical signatures burst into the vicinity, so fast that they barely registered to the naked eye.
"If you think you can kill me here, then you're the ones seeking death!!" Finn's voice rang out, ice-cold and razor sharp.
A chilling light flickered in his eyes. It wasn't just anger—it was a cold, merciless frost that seemed to freeze the very fabric of space.
Suddenly, a violent surge of power erupted from Finn's body. It radiated outward in all directions, threatening to annihilate everything within a hundred-mile radius.
BOOM!!
With a single sweep of his arms, the surrounding void detonated around him.
His eyes were bloodthirsty, wild, like a berserker who had fully embraced the slaughter.
His blood boiled—power surged through his veins, screaming for release. Invisible waves of energy howled outward, flattening the earth and warping the sky.
Then, with a roar, Finn launched himself forward, slamming his arms in a brutal arc.
BANG! BANG!
In an instant, the four demonic attackers were sent flying. Their bodies crashed against an ancient tree, the impact so violent it splintered the trunk into kindling.
Puchi!!!
All four demons coughed violently, blood dribbling from the corners of their mouths.
They stared at Finn, eyes wide with disbelief.
"How can you possess such strength?"
"This isn't possible—I refuse to believe it!!!"
They stood, faces twisted in anger and frustration.
"Weren't you all arrogant just a moment ago? What happened—can't keep up?"
Finn's voice dripped with disdain as he surveyed them.
"Demon Wings!!!"
In unison, the four demons activated their abilities once more. Their forms ignited with black infernal fire, transforming into streaks of demonic light that launched toward Finn.
"Tch."
Finn let out a cold, scornful sound.
BOOM!
The Sword of the Vishanti—empowered by the magic of the Vishanti themselves—swept out in Finn's grip, releasing a blinding burst of thunderous light.
The arc of mystical lightning slashed through the air, colliding directly with the demonic wings of his enemies.
CRACK!!!
The impact tore their dark powers asunder.
Then, with one fluid motion, Finn hurled the thunder-charged halberd into the void.
PSSST!!!
The halberd sliced through the void, penetrating the throats of the four demons in a single, brutal strike.
They died instantly—pierced and silenced.
"Y-You..."
The first demon gurgled, eyes glassy, staring at Finn in utter disbelief.
Then, like puppets with their strings cut, their bodies collapsed to the ground.
But even in death, their corpses held a strange resilience—they didn't collapse entirely.
Finn waved his hand. A wave of cosmic power flowed from him, washing over the corpses, incinerating them to ash and scattering them into oblivion.
SWISH!!!
But at that moment, four dark figures burst from the fallen bodies.
They were twisted, malformed representations—phantoms shaped like demonic wings, lunging toward Finn in a final, desperate attempt at possession.
Finn's eyes narrowed.
"Get lost!!!"
He summoned the full might of his thunder affinity and struck forward with a single palm.
The four winged figures were obliterated instantly, disintegrating into sparks of black energy.
"Not real Demon Wings... just residual manifestations," Finn muttered, eyes scanning the area warily.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Suddenly, the entire region—spanning hundreds of thousands of meters—erupted with a dark energy that seemed to rise straight from the Pit itself.
An oppressive black aura covered the battlefield.
"Such pure dark energy..."
Finn's eyes narrowed. Something about the incoming magic felt... wrong.
Then—a roar from the deepest abyss.
A geyser of black flame erupted from the scorched earth.
As it climbed into the sky, the surrounding void burned away, forming a sea of hellfire, rolling toward Finn with terrifying force.
Finn leapt backward and immediately summoned the sword's defensive enchantment. A faint golden barrier materialized around him—woven from the sigils of the Vishanti.
The flames clashed against the shield and hissed violently.
Then—
A figure emerged from the inferno.
He had long, silver hair cascading over his shoulders, a pitch-black robe flowing like a shadow, and deeply sunken eyes brimming with malevolent intent.
The aura he exuded was cold. Suffocating. Absolute.
"Are you the original Mephisto?" Finn asked, voice flat.
"An existence beyond death."
The figure's voice was emotionless, ancient, and echoed like a whisper from the void.
This was Mephisto—the true lord of one of the Hells, second only to the Demon King himself among the infernal hierarchy. His power eclipsed that of all the impostors who came before.
"I heard there was a human aligned with the Angels... I knew it had to be you."
Mephisto's voice was still, but it carried venomous contempt.
"And you think you can stop me?"
Finn's voice was steady. He felt the pressure radiating from Mephisto, but his expression never faltered.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll oblige you."
Finn's tone turned cold, filled with lethal intent.
"You dare insult the Infernal Realm? Die!!!"
Mephisto's face twisted in rage.
He flew toward Finn, dark aura trailing behind him like a storm.
The temperature plummeted as their auras clashed. Ice crystals formed in the air, and the space around them warped with dark energy.
"Die, human insect!!!"
Mephisto sneered as he raised his hand, conjuring a vortex of destructive magic.
BOOM!!!
Another shockwave erupted from Finn.
Power—raw, divine, and terrifying—flooded the battlefield.
A colossal shadow formed behind Finn—a spectral sword, larger than life, pulsating with power.
The Sword of the Vishanti released a blinding radiance.
BOOM!!!
Its sacred energy filled the sky.
"Hmph. I'll admit—you've got tricks," Mephisto muttered. "But against me, you're still nothing."
"Enough talk. Time to die."
Finn's voice was frigid.
He raised the Sword of the Vishanti high—and brought it down.
A golden sword the size of a skyscraper descended from the heavens, roaring with divine energy.
"NO!!!"
Three lesser Mephistos nearby reacted instantly, charging to stop the strike. They hurled their weapons at the sword, attempting to shield their master.
CRACK!!!
Their blades shattered on impact like glass.
The golden sword continued its descent—unyielding, divine, absolute.
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