Mephisto had never been a Demon God who would attack head-on.
Scheming was his greatest strength. How could he possibly attack when faced with such a powerful being?
Besides, it would not be too late to take that powerful Chaos Magic once he had absorbed the Darkhold.
When the time came, he would make sure to deal with Kamar-Taj properly and leave it without a moment's peace.
A cold sneer crept onto Mephisto's lips.
He stepped forward, about to enter the Spatial Rift and return to his hell.
In hell, even the Sorcerer Supreme would be no match for him.
But before Mephisto could enter the Spatial Rift, he inexplicably sensed something wrong and abruptly retreated.
A razor-sharp force swept toward him, as though even the air was about to be torn apart.
Rip!
Without any surprise, the Spatial Blade tore straight through space, shredding even the Spatial Rift he had opened.
"Isn't it a little late to leave now?"
Just then, a voice slowly reached his ears.
The sight of his Spatial Rift being torn apart, coupled with that voice, made Mephisto's expression change drastically.
"Impossible! How could you see that I was going to leave?"
Mephisto could hardly believe it. The dense red energy he had unleashed just now could block others' perception.
That was his most powerful magic for disrupting others' senses, and even the Sorcerer Supreme was no exception.
How had this fellow discovered that he was about to flee?
"You aren't going anywhere!"
Wang Yang spoke slowly.
The Sorcerer Supreme had fought Mephisto more than once or twice.
She had long since recorded Mephisto's personality and magic.
While studying the Book of the Vishanti, he had also read quite a few other books of magic.
He had happened across this information among them.
Now that