Compared to their last clash, Mephisto's power had nearly multiplied severalfold. Freed from the shackles of the material world, this Hell Lord, whose life had spanned tens of thousands of years, had previously only been able to walk the material world through human bodies as vessels, utterly unable to wield his true power.
If he wanted to accomplish anything, he had to rely on contracts with Ghost Riders. Otherwise, once he crossed the line, he would incur the Sorcerer Supreme's thunderous wrath. But now, everything was different. With the help of a perfect vessel, Mephisto had completed his rebirth ritual, and surging power flowed through this newly born body.
The Hell Lord stepped forward, shattering the white marble beneath his feet. His figure became a sharp streak, carrying savage force as he slammed toward the motionless Sentinel.
Mephisto had not forgotten how this young brat had humiliated him in New York, and how he had ultimately let the Ancient One destroy one of his rare avatars.
Like a violent volcanic eruption, his heavy fist tore through the air with a piercing shriek. The vast hall seemed to be swept by a hurricane, and the neatly arranged tables, chairs, and candlesticks were all overturned, leaving chaos in their wake.
Sean took a slight step back and lowered his stance. A terrifying energy beam cannon roared out, colliding with Mephisto's molten flames. The two violent energies crashed together like heavenly thunder igniting earthly fire. Amid a string of piercing explosions, the aftershock blasted upward, nearly punching through the entire Palace of the Parliament!
"I have never seen a human like you..." Behind the young body, a pair of enormous bat wings unfurled. Like spinning blades, they continuously slashed toward the golden figure.
Moving with terrifying speed like a flash of lightning, Mephisto