Chains Mutate, Piercing Across Dimensions!

"What the hell!"

Mephisto's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"How did you do that? It's impossible!"

"Those were all mutants raised on a Celestial's corpse!"

At the very bottom of Hell lay the enormous corpse of a Celestial.

It produced vast quantities of rare materials and had spawned countless terrifying creatures.

There was a man in the universe called the Collector who had grown richer than nations with just half a Celestial's head.

Mephisto possessed an entire corpse, so naturally he had gained even more from it.

The beetles before them had grown up feeding on divine flesh and blood.

Their shells were absurdly hard. Even magic could not pierce them.

Their destructive power was terrifying, too. They could gnaw divine bones clean.

They were one of his last-resort weapons.

Who could have guessed that Ren would wipe out the entire swarm with a casual spell?

It was ridiculous.

The beetles had innate magic resistance that reduced spell damage by more than eighty percent.

And the twenty percent of Ren's attack that got through was still enough to clear them all out?

It was beyond belief!

How could such a terrifying technique exist on Earth?

Even the old devil himself did not know one!

Why did some young brat across from him know it?

Mephisto was utterly dumbfounded.

The battlefield fell deathly silent.

As with every enemy Ren had faced before, one look at him in action was enough to leave them speechless.

Mephisto looked as though he had seen a ghost, his mouth hanging wide open.

His mind had to be reeling.

Add a little drool to his chin, and anyone would believe he belonged in a psychiatric ward.

All that had happened in just two seconds.

The rubble beneath Ren's feet was carpeted with dense black