Mephisto Was Never Mephisto

The Hell Lord let out a terrified howl, utterly unlike the formidable tyrant who had dominated the ages for billions of years, and stripped of the confidence he had displayed while scheming to lure intelligent beings into corruption and sell their souls.

When faced with a mortal threat, those who were immortal and indestructible sometimes behaved even worse than races with naturally limited lifespans. The more they took their existence for granted, the less they could accept destruction.

Driven by an overwhelming will to survive, Mephisto fled desperately in the opposite direction from the "black hole." Xiang Qian's senses alone detected no fewer than ten attempts at spatial teleportation.

Every one of them failed.

Mephisto's resistance brought terrible consequences. The "black hole," previously calm, began to tremble violently, as though Mephisto's attempt to escape had enraged it enough to make it shake all over.

A black "tentacle" extended from the "black hole" toward Mephisto. It billowed and roiled like a column of smoke soaring from a blazing fire.

Compared to the body of the "black hole," the "tentacle" looked thinner than a strand of hair on a human head. Yet compared to Mephisto, it was incomparably massive. Once it caught up, it directly swallowed the demon's true form, which stood nearly a hundred men tall.

As he was engulfed by the "smoke column," Mephisto's howls turned into shrill screams. His lower body and torso vanished into the "black smoke," disappearing completely. Only his head, shoulders, and hands remained outside, struggling desperately. The "smoke column" slowly retracted toward the "black hole," dragging Mephisto along with it.

The great demon begged Xiang Qian, "Save me! I can give you anything you want!"

Xiang Qian did not disappoint him. He thrust forward the hand holding the Reality Stone, and red light coiled around