Capturing Mephisto's Clone

"Prince Blackheart?"

The winged demon could not help but feel a shock in its heart upon hearing this.

Entrusting such a suicide mission to Prince Blackheart's subordinates?

Could the rumor circulating in Hell that Prince Blackheart was abandoned by His Majesty be true?!

It lowered its head, its eyes spinning rapidly.

This really is... good news that can sell for a high price!

The winged demon carefully knelt, kowtowed, and replied, "As you command, Your Majesty."

With that, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and burrowed back into the ground.

Mephisto leaned on his walking stick, turned, and walked out of the alley.

Yet the moment he lifted his foot, his expression changed abruptly.

"Just as I thought~" Mephisto said with a bitter, self-deprecating smile, "That so-called magic array gap was a trap you set intentionally, Sorcerer Supreme--Richard!"

Click-click-click-click~

The space in the entire alley stretched rapidly, becoming infinitely deep.

Countless dark blue rhombic space fragments quickly spliced together, forming a completely enclosed mirror dimension in the blink of an eye.

Richard's voice rang out leisurely within the mirror dimension.

"Since you already guessed that this was a trap I deliberately set, why did you still take the bait?"

In an instant, countless crimson mana light spots emerged, rapidly condensing into Richard dressed in Kamar-Taj combat mage attire.

"Who made me the lord of the Hell Dimension~"

Mephisto sighed helplessly and replied, "The greedy nature of hell demons has been constantly urging me, and even with a one-in-a-billion chance, I still have to grasp it tightly!"

He tapped his walking stick, slowly turned around, and looked at Richard with a serious expression.

"Can we negotiate peace? Sorcerer Supreme Richard?"

Richard clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head, saying, "I refuse."

"Refuse?" Mephisto's eyes narrowed slightly,