The Hell Demon King Had Actually Backed Down on the Spot?

The power of Laws could be considered the absolute cornerstone of the universe's operation.

Only the most top-tier powerhouses were qualified to touch and wield it.

Every Law contained enough might to destroy heaven and earth. Once unleashed, its effects were simply inconceivable.

Take the Law Ren had just unleashed. It was simple and brutal: burn all magic power and energy in sight.

High above the clouds, Eternity secretly speculated.

Oblivion had probably been beaten senseless by this unreasonable combo.

Let alone Oblivion—even the few of them, the creator gods, probably wouldn't fare much better if their sources of Divine Power were drained dry.

That boy Ren was practically the natural enemy of every energy-dependent life-form!

Still.

This little monster was way too outrageous.

The chains of Laws that others treasured as priceless were treated by him like cabbages bought wholesale at a market, tossed around without the slightest regard for their value.

The last time they had met.

This young man had clearly not been this powerful yet.

Who knew how he had cultivated in private? His strength had shot upward like a rocket.

Eternity helplessly shook his head, leaving only a deep, bitter smile on his face.

The view returned to the battlefield below.

Mephisto was, at the very least, a demon lord who ruled over one side.

But now.

He had, after all, left his own base.

After leaving the Hell Dimension, his vaunted strength had inevitably plummeted.

Now, on Earth.

He had completely become a punching bag for Ren to beat single-handedly.

Fists rained down like a torrential storm. Mephisto's vision went black, and he felt as though he had become a lone boat amid raging winds and waves, suffering merciless devastation.

He was not even given a chance to catch his breath.

He was