Ren vs. the Devil of Hell!

Ren raised an eyebrow and spoke casually.

"Will you come out on your own, or do I have to drag you out?"

Ren hovered motionless in midair, his gaze fixed on an empty patch of space ahead.

The seconds ticked by.

Nothing stirred there.

The Avengers below exchanged puzzled looks.

They stared up at Ren, wondering if the powerful sorcerer had overdone it earlier and knocked something loose in his head.

Ren ignored them and went on at his own pace.

"You seem to enjoy hiding."

"In that case, I'll have to go to a little trouble."

The moment he finished speaking, Ren thrust his right hand forward.

A giant hand of energy, more than a hundred meters long, formed in the air.

It swept toward the spot he was watching with crushing force.

Ren's move

was an imitation of Oblivion's signature technique.

It might have looked like nothing more than a plain, oversized hand,

but its inner structure was staggeringly complex.

Countless Magic Runes broke apart and reassembled within it to form the giant hand.

Once unleashed, its destructive power was not to be underestimated.

Just as the hand was about to strike,

a flash of scarlet appeared in the previously empty space.

It was nothing like Cyttorak's raw, violent crimson.

Nor was it anything like Wanda's reality-altering Chaos Magic.

There was something chillingly evil about this scarlet light.

A single glance at it set the heart racing and left the mind restless.

Then

a neatly dressed middle-aged man in a suit drifted out of the light.

He was handsome enough.

On the street, anyone would have taken him for an executive at some multinational corporation.

Unfortunately for him,

Ren was not fooled

by that respectable-looking exterior.

What Ren saw

was a mass of scarlet, evil energy that twisted