Among the countless skills being unleashed, there was also a faint mist-like energy orb that was thrown into the fray. It was Flanda, seizing the opportunity to offer assistance.
Sterl didn't even glance at it.
A private message popped up in front of him. Flanda indicated that by using that energy orb, he could become invincible and lift all teleportation restrictions around him.
However, Sterl, discarding his cautious style, had no intention of trusting a demon...
At this moment, he could leave whenever he wanted. Although the space was sealed, he could use special items with side effects for teleportation to escape...
On his end, Sterl simply unleashed the third Shattered Void in advance, blocking a multitude of attacks.
Amidst the storm of blades and lights, all skills were shattered, and the item thrown by Flanda, being of decent quality, withstood the force of the attacks and was sent flying far away.
Neither the other demons nor the players dared to pick it up.
Flanda's intent to help Mephistopheles was quite apparent, but everyone present projected their own feelings onto her, still believing she was not trying to assist but rather had a conspiracy in mind!
That life-saving item awkwardly dropped to the ground.
At this moment, under the power of Sterl's skills, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty, being the core target of the attack, couldn't simply wait for Sterl's skill to finish and then attempt a sneak attack.
When locked onto by Shattered Void, he could only activate his Four-in-One platinum skill to defend himself.
The third clash mirrored the second almost entirely.
Most long-range skills launched by ordinary demigods and Supremes were dodged, and a few that exploded near Sterl were shattered by Shattered Void, causing no real impact.
As the high-energy reaction from the collision of the two major skills dissipated, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty acquired dozens more wounds, his life force significantly diminished.
Meanwhile, Sterl merely maintained an expression of headache.
During the moment of energy convergence, he quietly tested switching to Bionic Tear and then slipped into the small world to absorb the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls.
After observing for a while, Sterl concluded—
The Demon of Terror and Cruelty most likely hadn't noticed! After all, the small world could merge the three divine authorities of creation, humanity, and nature! What was hidden within it might escape even the attention of ordinary deities.
"We need to eliminate the root completely."
"This is the safest approach," Sterl pondered.
What if the Demon of Terror and Cruelty later recalled the moments and discovered the flaws in Sterl's actions? What if he had indeed noticed Sterl's little maneuvers but chose not to point them out, intending to launch a sneak attack during the battle later?
...
As Sterl's thoughts raced, the demons and players present were faced with the unfolding scene.
Mephistopheles was in pain, and the Demon of Terror and Cruelty was wounded, seemingly just a repetition of their previous clash.
However, the many demons present had anticipated this outcome and did not show any signs of disappointment; instead, their expressions grew even more expectant.
They understood...
In the end, Mephistopheles would still be unable to hold on.
The more he struggled now, the more valuable the experience became!
The Fourth Clash...
Mephistopheles stood with great difficulty, breathing heavily, as if he could barely hold on any longer.
On the other side, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty had accumulated numerous injuries, one of which was particularly severe, deep enough to expose bone and dripping with blood.
The Fifth Clash.
Mephistopheles appeared even worse off, struggling to remain upright. Although he bore no visible wounds, he was undoubtedly at his last gasp.
The Demon of Terror and Cruelty had sustained an injury that had damaged his internal organs, but at least he was still managing to maintain his mana.
Victory seemed possible!
Countless demons pondered this in their hearts.
The Sixth Clash.
The Seventh...
...The Twelfth!
At this moment...
Where Sterl and the Demon of Terror and Cruelty clashed, the remnants of any camp had long vanished, and even the hellish scenery no longer resembled its former self.
It was just a wasteland, filled with void and chaotic spatial currents.
Moreover...
Swish!
A storm of countless sharp blades and spatial fragments surged forth!
Ultimately, the attacks of the Demon of Terror and Cruelty and Sterl collided once more!
Under the high-energy impact, a destructive light burst forth. This time, it was not only a white light but also a surge of blood-red flames, symbolizing the Demon of Terror and Cruelty's desperate output!
Countless onlooking demons and players instinctively retreated a considerable distance.
As expected...
Amidst the blazing light, a storm quickly swept through, more terrifying than any previous skill clash, churning violently.
The area of the basin, already carved out by the energy waves, rapidly expanded!
With such an output, the expressions of many demons and players changed significantly!
This was precisely the scene they had imagined for Mephistopheles's demise!
The demons also showed respect for Mephistopheles, recognizing him as a... strong opponent!
He deserved a perfect conclusion.
...
As the white light gradually faded away once more...
The numerous Supremes who had sworn oaths, along with the demons who believed profoundly in their judgment, all widened their eyes in anticipation of the result.
They saw Mephistopheles's figure sway, then his toes lifted slightly...
Suddenly, he stood upright!
A provocative smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, Sterl showed no signs of weakness whatsoever. He had exhausted his imagination trying to figure out how to appear more tragic, so he simply stopped pretending.
In contrast, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty was battered and bruised from the numerous clashes, gasping for breath.
Boom!
A loud crash echoed through the air.
The Demon of Terror and Cruelty dropped to one knee.
That's right.
The outcome was indeed clear.
It was true that someone couldn't hold on!
But it wasn't Mephistopheles who couldn't hold on; it was Lovic, who had been a respected deity for a thousand years.
He couldn't hold on any longer!
Silence...
A hush fell over the area, leaving many demons dumbfounded.
"No way??"
"He's still fine?"
"Wasn't he on the verge of collapse just a moment ago??"
...
Their first reaction was to doubt their own eyes, and they began to reassess the situation.
"Lord Lovic... has fallen??"
"No, wait! Mephistopheles doesn't look weak at all; we've all been fooled!!"
"How does Mephistopheles seem like he hasn't consumed anything at all??"
...
They were filled with confusion...
Some of the Supremes felt their minds were about to explode—
Had Mephistopheles been pretending all along? Did he really unleash such powerful skills without any consumption?
Lord Lovic fell first?
Oh, that actually made sense; he had endured the backlash from over a dozen skills, plus he had just burned his life force. He was bound to give out.