"Wow!!! Nice job, Mike! I knew you could do it, you're destined to be the protagonist of a legendary story…"
Crowley, who had been watching the commotion from outside the main hall, unknowingly stepped inside when he saw Mike swiftly deal with the eight great demons.
He became Mike's personal cheerleader.
However, his actions seemed very out of place in such a serious setting.
Behind him, the archdemon in the minion team suddenly felt his weapon stirring restlessly again, for reasons unknown.
"Uh, I mean the battle was very exciting, very good to watch…" Being stared at by the demons in the hall, Crowley realized he had gotten a bit carried away, especially since he was currently posing as a demon friend.
He awkwardly mumbled a few excuses, and seeing they had no effect, Crowley quietly retreated to a corner, saying sheepishly, "You guys carry on, just pretend I'm not here."
It was fortunate that Mike's power exceeded the demons' imagination, and with a formidable enemy before them, the demons had no time to ponder further.
Therefore, Crowley's untimely behavior merely became a minor interlude.
"Human, you have proven you're worthy to speak with me. So, what is your purpose in coming to Hell this time?" The Lord of Hell's gaze remained fixed on Mike, and after seeing him easily defeat the eight great demons, he repeated his earlier question.
"Of course, I'm here to teach you a lesson, and to tell you that humans are not lambs to be bullied by demons at will!" Mike pulled the Flame Holy Sword from the ground and pointed it directly at Satan, the Demon King on the throne.
His arrogant nature was fully displayed!
However, at this moment, no demon dared to jump out and call him overconfident.
"Teach me a lesson? Hahahaha!" Back in his own domain, with his true power fully restored, Satan laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke, tilting his head back.
The tall castle trembled with his laughter.
As dust and sand fell, some weaker demons had already shrunk into corners.
There was no need to guess; the Lord of Hell must be very angry now.
"Human, I admire your courage…" Satan, having ceased his laughter, casually drew a black spear from beside his throne and said, "Next, if you can withstand a full-force attack from this Spear of Destiny, I don't mind sparing your life."
The Spear of Destiny is also known as the Cursed Spear, and its power is no less than that of the divine artifact Flame Holy Sword.
Unlike the replica of the Spear of Destiny that pierced Jesus, what Satan held in his hand at this moment was the true cursed divine artifact, the Spear of Destiny.
With the aid of this cursed divine artifact, the Lord of Hell could unleash attacks far exceeding his own power.
As he spoke, Satan's body expanded infinitely, breaking through the hall's roof and stepping out of the castle.
He had created a new battlefield for the upcoming fight.
Is it a battle of size?
Looking at the Lord of Hell, who stood over a hundred zhang tall nearby, Mike immediately used his Power of Transformation to transform himself into a hundred-zhang-tall giant.
Looking back, the Lord of Hell's castle had become a miniature toy.
And the Flame Holy Sword in Mike's hand had also been greatly magnified into a "mountain range."
The show was about to begin!
Defense was not what Mike wanted, so as he walked towards the Lord of Hell, Mike condensed all the energy in his body and transformed it into the purest holy light.
After attaching the holy light to the holy sword, he swung it down at Satan with a move like splitting a mountain.
Hah!
The wind pressure followed closely. Satan, who was already prepared, roared and thrust out the Cursed Spear in his hand, with monstrous demonic flames condensing into millstone-sized curse runes wrapped around the spear tip.
Next, the unstoppable blade of the holy sword silently collided with the curse spear.
They intertwined into a contest of the purest holy light and demonic energy.
Countless holy light and curse runes appeared and then vanished on the sword blade and spear tip.
In the stalemate, the Lord of Hell, with his deeper foundation, ultimately gained the upper hand. He condensed a large number of curse runes into a spiral shape, breaking through the holy light barrier on the holy sword in one fell swoop.
With a "ding," the spear, imbued with curses, directly struck the body of the holy sword.
Under the grating pressure, tiny cracks soon appeared on the holy sword's blade.
As the cracks spread, a large amount of sparks erupted from the Flame Holy Sword.
"It's over!!!"
Seeing the holy sword damaged, Mike retreated with a pained expression.
However, the Lord of Hell's attack was not over. The whirlwind-like Cursed Spear, in his hand, charged forward relentlessly once more.
"It's endless—"
Having lost the initiative, Mike looked at the closely following Cursed Spear and had no choice but to raise a holy light shield. Feeling it was still not enough, he gritted his teeth and used his Power of Transformation to transform the damaged holy sword into a metal shield, holding it close to his body.
"Bang… bang…"
In an instant, the Cursed Spear pierced the holy light shield, erupting in a series of muffled thuds.
The holy light shield also deformed from the impact.
Then, the tip of the Cursed Spear, through the holy light shield, struck the holy sword shield.
Sparks flew again…
Mike, behind the holy sword shield, also felt the immense force from the curse spear and was directly sent flying over a hundred meters.
His hundred-meter-tall body crushed countless buildings and mountains along the way.
Finally, Mike, who had fallen into a pile of rubble, shrank like a deflating balloon, returning to his original size.
"Mike, are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Crowley, who had been watching the show earlier, rushed to Mike's side immediately and helped him up.
At the same time, he wanted to use his Power of Faith to help Mike heal.
"I'm fine, it's just a shame about this divine artifact…" Mike stopped Crowley's movements and looked at the Flame Holy Sword in his hand, which was covered in cracks, with a pained expression.
Damage of this extent would take several years of nurturing to recover from.
"Boy, you have passed my test. You may leave now." On the other side, the Lord of Hell, having put away his curse spear, also returned to his original size and walked towards Mike like a king.
Behind him followed the great demons who had not dared to speak loudly before. Now these demons were pointing and gesticulating at Mike.
"If I'm not mistaken, that was probably your strongest attack just now." Mike shrugged off Crowley's support and once again raised the cracked holy sword, saying proudly, "So, do you really think you can keep me here?"
Although Mike was disheveled now, he didn't seem to be seriously injured.
Plus, he could leave Hell, Satan's home turf, at any time, so he wasn't really afraid of Satan.
Furthermore, an attack of that magnitude couldn't simply be used by Satan at will.
In summary, even in Hell, his home turf, Satan couldn't kill Mike.
And Satan himself was well aware of this situation.
…
Seeing the great demons behind the Lord of Hell still chattering, Mike gave them an impatient look, reminding them of his previous terror, and they immediately fell silent.
This, in turn, made the great demons' performance seem to render the Lord of Hell's previous efforts useless.
Did he win? Yes, he won.
Did he win? Not quite.
"What will it take for you to leave?" Facing an opponent like sticky candy, Satan also had a headache.
It truly was as the saying goes: inviting a god is easy, sending one away is hard.
Moreover, Hell was not a monolith, and the recent battle in the central region had already attracted the attention of many demon lords in the surrounding areas.
If they discovered that Satan couldn't even deal with a single human, it would not be a good thing for the central region.
"I'll leave when I've had enough fun…" Mike also noticed Satan's predicament, smiled meaningfully, and then continued, "So, that's it for now. Next time I'm free, I'll come back to Hell to see you all…"
"Also, from now on, Crowley is under my protection. I don't want anyone in Hell bullying him, or I'll be very displeased!"
Before Satan's face could darken further, Mike grabbed Crowley and jumped into the Gate of Hell, then returned to the human world.
"Mike, you were so cool just now! That was the Lord of Hell! Not only did you block his strongest attack, but you almost made him smoke with anger…" As soon as they returned to the human world, Crowley reverted to his talkative nature.
But as he spoke, he noticed that the person beside him was not in a good state: "Mike, what's wrong? You look terrible."
Then, Crowley immediately mobilized his Power of Faith to begin healing Mike.
"Pfft—"
Mike spat out a mouthful of stale blood, and his complexion improved slightly. He stopped Crowley's actions and said, "I'm fine, I'll recover after resting for a while."
This time, Mike had indeed underestimated Satan's power in Hell.
The opponent's full-force attack had not only damaged the Flame Holy Sword but also caused Mike considerable internal injuries.
However, with buffs like Quick Healing, Undying Life Extension, and Cure All Ailments, Mike would be able to largely recover given some time.