Mephisto looked up to the sky and laughed, and red thunder rolled in the sky, shaking the hellish world with laughter.

"You? Teach me? ”

Mephisto's face turned cold, and the feeling of oppression swept over him.

"Do you know who you're talking to!?"

Flames that never went out suddenly jumped up from all directions, and they shot out of lightning, coldly enveloping Michael, and enveloping him in a flash of lightning. The flames of hell could not be resisted even by vibranium armor, and the chill that pierced the bone marrow enveloped him in the flames, completely annihilating the flesh hidden under the alloy shell in an instant......

The demon's yellow eyes narrowed.

The form of Ekern is different from the basic spell that Michael usually uses to use the clone illusion, this trick is a high-level spell, and the clone created is an entity rather than an illusion, which is almost no different from the mage itself, even a powerful demon like Mephisto cannot easily see through it.

Of course, the form of this high-level spell has also been personalized by Michael, making it available for use at no cost.

Michael's real body had taken advantage of the clone's attention to fly from below with an invisibility charm, and the thrusters were in full swing, pushing him like a rocket through the base of the suspended rocks and peaks, and when he approached the soles of Mephisto's feet, he suddenly rose high and rushed straight towards the demon.

The suit can be programmed to record the information of simple spells and cast them in a timely manner, but complex high-level spells still require him to chant spells and seal them himself. Michael skillfully and quickly sealed, his palms together, the circle condensed, and the powerful pulse beam blessed the powerful spell and erupted. The blue blast pierced through space like a thunderbolt spear, shattering rocks along the way with unparalleled might, dragging debris along the way towards Mephisto's jaw.

But how could the Hell Lord be such a small character that could be dismissed so easily? Mephisto waved his hand, and the back of his red hand slapped the terrifying impact in all directions, scattering the scattered impact in all directions, and the suspended mountain stone was pierced like plastic.

"Don't be too complacent, little mage!" Mephisto snorted, "Come and see...... Hell's sandstorm! ”

Countless salmon-red particles suspended like grit on the beach, and the hot wind blew out from the depths of hell, as if the abyss was inhaling hard! Salmon red particles swept all over the sky, like yellow sand in a sandstorm. The wind disrupted the balance of the armor, and all the jets of the propulsion system breathed intelligently, trying to maintain the balance of the armor.

"Warning, the suit is out of balance and unable to maintain levitation." Shirley visually describes his predicament with a few jumble arrows.

"Turn off the voice prompts and report on the screen, I need to be attentive." Michael's tone was hurried, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Mephisto was the most formidable foe he had ever faced since he crossed over, especially in the acre of Hell where his strength was immeasurable, and it was definitely worth his full and cautious response.

And so far, he has never shown real strength. To be honest, he himself wondered where his limits were.

Michael's hands were sealed, and his magic power conjured into a huge golden circle, which slowly swirled and continued to open. As he slapped his palms on the circle, the entire circle suddenly exploded, followed by a golden whirlwind. The magical wind sliced through the space of the sand, and they hovered in front of Michael, keeping the bloody sandstorm at bay.

The wind of Vatum, which draws on the power of the dark power amplification, can cut through the clearing even in the dust of the Hell Lord.

He kept moving, taking advantage of the strong wind to protect the stalls around him and continued to seal, and his magic power changed into a more complex and powerful magic circle. Michael's arms were stretched out, and countless indigo spell blades began to appear in midair. They were densely packed, like a rainstorm frozen in mid-air for a moment when time stopped, and thousands of blades enveloped Mephisto's massive body in the middle.

"Exalon's Touch cuts through the air!"

Michael muttered, his arms flicked forward, and the blades of the spell suddenly rained down on the demon.

"Stupid!"

Mephisto clenched his right fist, and unseen power erupted from that powerful movement. The powerful spell attack did not hit the target even a single piece, and all the spell blades melted one after another as soon as they flew to the position of the red giant three or five meters away, as if they had collided with an invisible dark fire. Each piece of magic exploded into an inflated fireball that connected one after the other, rolling at high speed like a flowing iris of flame.

Mephisto scattered the flames and looked up again to lock on to the other's tracks. I saw that the black armor was hanging in the air, and a new magic circle had formed in front of me. The circular circle was more than ten meters in diameter, and the intricate patterns were dotted with surging dark magic, revealing a thick evil aura.

Michael slapped his palm, and all the lines of the circle suddenly seemed to be lit up. A giant sword stabbed out from the center of the circle, and the forty or fifty-meter-long sword trailed the trajectory of electricity, roaring and stabbing towards Mephisto.

Mephisto raised his right palm, palm towards the tip of the sword, the giant sword suddenly paused a few meters away from his palm, the tip of the sword and the air continued to stir out scarlet and golden thunder and lightning, as well as waves of dark aura.

"You actually used this distorted technique to release the 'Sacred Sword of Emperor Weishan'? You're starting to interest me more and more, little mage. You're a little different from all the mages I've fought against for thousands of years. Mephisto said, snorting softly, "Maybe you really have what it takes to become a Supreme Mage." But you have to know that even if your old immortal master came here in person, she might not necessarily be my opponent. ”

"I know," Michael continued to press his right hand on the circle to maintain the mana output, while his left hand clenched into a fist and raised it towards Mephisto, "but you also need to know that I have some new tricks that she wouldn't know." ”

The armor plate on the back of his hand opened, and the miniature sonic cannon was raised. Powerful sound waves turned up to their maximum power shot out with a roar, like a hammer striking the Helllord's eardrums.

This is a project that Michael has been investigating for a long time, studying the effects of sound waves on creatures in hell. He had captured several low-level infernal creatures of different species and had discovered that sound waves of a particular frequency had the same lethal effect on them.

He speculated that the sound waves of this frequency might have a special effect on most of the creatures in Hell, with the higher-level demons being less affected and the lower-level creatures being more deadly.

For an immortal-level demon like Mephisto, this effect might have been negligible, but now he was too contemptuous of the enemy and completely defenseless, and second, he was distracted by the power of the top-level spell, and he was paying attention to this small sonic cannon. The strong sound wave stabbed his ears and buzzed, and the demon's hand subconsciously relaxed, and the magic giant sword pierced through his defenses like a bamboo, stabbing straight down.

The moment the golden light and lightning pierced the demon's body with the giant sword, it was like a round of sun exploding in hell, and the golden rays made it impossible to look at it directly. The sky-high light wave formed a hurricane, and the light curtain engulfed the demon's tall body with an earth-shattering sound.

This was the first time he really felt the pain.

"Roar, ah!!hh

An angry roar erupted from it, and the glare was dispelled in an instant. The boundless hellfire erupted around the Red Giant, destroying and sweeping everything, the suspended stone steps were melted and disintegrated, the corridors were shattered, and all the rocks and peaks seen in space were shattered, and every fragment was split and disintegrated under absolute power......

This is the wrath of the Hell Lord, and the whole world has to be with him to collapse and tear apart.

If he used to have a playful mentality, using this rare human mage as a pastime to pass the time, then he is really angry now.

The icy flames were like a tsunami, wave after wave pushing to the infinite horizon. When the demonic ruler finally gave vent to his anger, all that remained of the space was a blood-red void.

Oh, and the black cage still hanging behind him, and Doom's mother, Cynthia, was still crying in that cage.

The two earthlings ran away.

"Ahhh!!!hhh

Mephisto was furious, and once again slashed blood-red thunder from the dome, but to no avail.

What can he do if he is angry? The two pesky bugs had already patted their butts and left, and he couldn't just chase them to Earth to vent his anger. It's true that he's the Lord of Hell, but when he comes to Earth, he's not as confident as he is now.

In case the little mage of the evil sect really ran to unite with the old immortal supreme mage of Gu Yi, he estimated that he might not be able to run away even if he touched it.

So for the time being, he could only break his teeth and swallow in his stomach.

But the Lords of Hell certainly won't rest on their laurels. This little mage who plays with technology has firmly remembered that as a demon he has time and patience.

One day, the soul of that arrogant mage will fall into his hands. By then...... He will pay back the humiliation of today a hundredfold.