Strange's cold voice suddenly echoed in the palace. Five dazzling crimson energy bands appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Mephisto like a giant python, suppressing him to the ground.
"Strange!" Mephisto roared angrily, and the magic power around him was instantly blocked.
Behind him, Strange was floating in mid-air, with a face so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.
"Mephisto... This time, you have crossed the line."
Strange hit the Snap, and the remaining chains on Peter's body were instantly untied. Peter slumped on the ground helplessly, breathing heavily, feeling the numbness caused by the crazy division of cells in the body.
"You came too slowly." Mordo had already broken away and limped over, "I asked you for help a few days ago."
"Hell's time flow rate is different from the outside world." Strange explained, and then looked at Peter with concern, "Apprentice, are you okay?"
Peter moved his shoulders and stood up with a grin on his face. "You can't die, just take a rest."
"Strange!"
Mephisto struggled crazily, and the crimson energy belts on his body began to crack. With a crisp sound, one of the belts broke instantly.
"We have to leave here immediately," Strange looked solemn, "He will break free soon!"
"No! We can't just leave! She must be rescued!" Mordo pointed at the huge brazier in front of the throne and shouted.
"What are you talking about?" Peter was a little confused.
"See with your third eye, kid! Don't use your two naked eyes!"
Peter immediately activated his magic power and concentrated his mental power on his eyes. In an instant, the world in front of him changed. In that burning Fire of Truth basin, there was actually a pure and flawless soul sealed.
It was the soul of a little girl, curled up in the flames, enduring endless suffering.
Strange took a breath. "A pure soul? Mordo, why did you..."
"For redemption, Strange." Mordo smiled to himself, "I have done too many wrong things in my life. At the end of my life, I want to accumulate some virtue for myself... Saving this innocent soul from Mephisto is my first step."
Click.
The second crimson strip broke immediately, leaving only three strips still barely holding on.
"When I break free, I will feed your souls to my Hell dog!" Mephisto roared.
"Everyone, the master of Hell is about to get out of trouble, can we move faster?!" Peter shouted anxiously.
"This takes time," Strange formed seals with his hands, trying to analyze the restrictions on the brazier, "A pure soul is an excellent Magic catalyst. Mephisto used Fire of Truth to continuously torture her to increase his own power. The restrictions here are very complicated!"
Snap.
Another one broke.
"Hurry, hurry, I hate this feeling!"
Peter cursed angrily, waved his hands, and countless Wand of Watoomb roared out, tightly wrapping around Mephisto.
Mephisto snorted disdainfully, "You want to trap me?"
"Shut up!" Peter gritted his teeth and increased his magic output.
"Seeking death!"
Mephisto let out a roar, and the magic power in his body surged.
Collapse!
He broke free from the restraints of his right arm, and only his left arm was still suppressed by the last energy belt.
"Come here, kid! I'm going to make you pay for that brand!" Mephisto stretched out his huge right hand and headed straight for Peter's neck with a violent wind.
Looking at the giant hand getting closer and closer, Peter felt a fierceness in his heart.
This guy is not invincible, he will be injured and bleed! That Spider mark is his only weakness!
"Peter! Be careful!" Strange exclaimed.
"Continue to break the restriction, Strange! Let me help him!" Mordo shouted, forming a green magic circle with his hands, and blasted at Mephisto crazily, but these attacks were like scratching an itch on the demon lord.
Mephisto's big hand tightly locked Peter's neck, lifting him into the air.
"Do you have any last words?" The devil smiled ferociously and began to exert force on his fingers.
Mordo was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and began to chant an extremely complicated ancient spell loudly.
"Yes," Peter struggled to say, with a sneer on his lips, "Tell me... will you bleed?"
Click!
Peter's hands suddenly reached out, and the blue-gray claws pierced hard into the Spider mark on Mephisto's right arm.
The moment the claws touched the mark of Spider, the mark suddenly lit up with a golden light. Some kind of force seemed to take the initiative to tear apart Mephisto's defense, and Peter's claws penetrated without any hindrance. Then Peter tore it apart with both hands!
Poof!
Blood spurted out like a fountain, and a huge severed arm rose into the sky.
"Ahhhhh!"
Mephisto let out a howl of extreme pain, covering his bare shoulders and retreating continuously. Peter took the opportunity to land firmly on the ground.
"In the name of Living Tribunal! Exile this body!"
Mordo's spell was finally completed. A huge green and gold light arrow shot through the air and hit Mephisto's back heavily. In a dazzling light, the master of Hell was forcibly transported to an unknown dimension.
Peter gasped for air and looked at his hands stained with demon blood. Beside him, Mordo seemed to have aged a few years, holding his knees with his hands and coughing violently.
"Is he dead?" Peter asked.
"No, he was just exiled... But how did you hurt him?" Mordo looked at the huge one-meter-long severed arm on the ground, his eyes full of shock.
"I don't know, maybe my claws are sharper." Peter responded vaguely. He knew that the Spider mark helped, but there was no need to explain it too clearly.
Mordo took a deep look at Peter: "Maybe. But I feel that there is some kind of more ancient power behind this to protect you... but it chooses to remain silent."
"Mordo! Come here quickly!" Strange shouted beside the brazier.
"Here we come." Mordo patted Peter on the shoulder, "Well done, apprentice. Put that arm away, it's your trophy." As he said that, he cast a stasis spell on the broken arm to stop the blood from continuing to drain.
Peter nodded, opened the infinite storage bag he had just made, stuffed the huge severed arm into it, and then trotted all the way to the brazier.
"This flame can only be penetrated by those with pure minds and noble moral character." Strange looked at the jumping flames solemnly, "Fire of Truth will continue to burn the soul, and only the purest goodwill can bring it out. I... I am not pure enough, I can't do it."
"Then what are you waiting for? If you can't do it, just let me do it!" Mordo shouted eagerly.
"No, you can't either, Mordo." Strange shook his head.
"Oh, stop whining! We don't have time to discuss philosophy here!" Peter jumped up and down anxiously, "I just chopped off an arm of the Lord Hell, and that guy may come back with his troops at any time! Get out of my way!"
After saying that, Peter, under the shocked gazes of the two people, put his hands into the burning Fire of Truth without hesitation.