Thor’s voice triggered chaos throughout the Abyss.
As his words echoed, countless demon creatures, consumed by a primal rage, charged towards his location.
Even though Mike had anticipated this, he couldn’t help but double-check with Maxen.
“You sure about this?”
“Absolutely.” Maxen swung his weapon, clearing a path through the approaching horde. Even a Nine-Star Lord level demon creature was swatted aside like a fly.
His actions spoke louder than words.
But this was the Eighth Abyss, and the demon creatures were practically endless.
Corrupted by the Supreme Demon God’s aura, they were at least ten times stronger than before!
Even humanity’s two most elite corps had chosen to retreat after assessing the situation. That’s how terrifying this demon army was.
Any other Nine-Star Lord would have been overwhelmed and killed in an instant.
Only someone as powerful as Maxen could provide protection for Thor while ensuring their own safety.
“What’s the plan?” Maxen looked at Thor, his gaze questioning.
Thor’s eyes were swollen like lightbulbs. From a distance, he looked like he was cosplaying as Ultraman.
“Let’s get some altitude. Better view from up there.”
Mike’s words had not only enraged the entire Abyss but also provoked the Eighth Demon God.
If the Eighth Demon God had been content to hide or even flee the Eighth Abyss, Mike wouldn’t have had any leverage.
But he was betting on the Demon God’s greed.
Someone who willingly sold their soul to the Supreme Demon God was definitely a gambler! For the Supreme Demon God, a potential Supreme Being was an irresistible temptation.
If he could capture and kill Thor, offering his corpse to the Supreme Demon God… the rewards would be unimaginable!
Mike had revealed his identity, and the Eighth Demon God wouldn’t be able to resist the bait. Without a word, Maxen lifted Mike into the air, his left hand gripping his blood-red flail, his right hand holding Dorakos, his entire body radiating killing intent.
With Maxen’s assistance, Mike scanned the demon army, searching for his target.
[Target acquisition in progress…]
The thrice-awakened Eye of Truth began its search.
Without prior preparation, finding the Eighth Demon God, hidden within the vast demon army, would have been impossible.
In the past, the Eighth Demon God had been the strongest being in this Abyss, his presence impossible to conceal.
But now, with the Eighth Abyss corrupted by the Supreme Demon God’s aura, there were numerous level 990+ demon creatures, providing cover for the Eighth Demon God.
However, the thrice-awakened Eye of Truth could see through any disguise.
[You can’t hide from me!]
[Target acquired. Analysis ready!]
After the third awakening, the Eye of Truth’s Sage Mode (official version) had been enhanced, allowing for even deeper analysis.
In a way, the Eye of Truth was a unique talent.
Its limitations weren’t due to flaws in its design but rather the user’s strength.
If Mike had been level one, the Eye of Truth wouldn’t have been able to reveal the Supreme Demon God’s information without overwhelming him.
Information was a double-edged sword.
Some information required a certain level of strength to comprehend.
The same applied to the Eighth Demon God.
If Mike had learned too much about Demon Gods before reaching level 400, it would have corrupted him.
But now, at level 499, he had nothing to fear.
A new prompt appeared:
[Eighth Demon God, Primordial Demon God. Before demonization, he was a member of the Chaos race, failed to become a Chaos Ancestor, and fell into the Abyss…]
Mike’s eyes widened when he saw the word “Chaos.”
He had been puzzled when Apollo had taught him the Chaotic Lightning Tribulation before his encounter with the Progenitor of Ghosts.
Now, he understood.
The Eighth Demon God was from the Chaos race!
[You have one chance to attack. After using this ability, the Eye of Truth will enter a dormant
state.]
[Skill lock countdown.]
[5, 4, 3…]
A countdown timer appeared before Mike’s eyes.
“Get ready,” he warned Maxen. He had charged up his attack, waiting for the final second.
[1!]
[Target locked!]
Without hesitation, Mike channeled countless lightning elements into the Thunderclap Hammer.
He roared, pouring all his strength into the attack.
“Roar!”
*BOOM*
A bolt of white lightning erupted, striking a hidden demon creature, critically injuring it. Maxen, carrying Mike, retreated at high speed, glancing back to assess the damage.
“He’s not dead?”
From Maxen’s perspective, the Eighth Demon God, struck by the Chaotic Lightning Tribulation, was still alive, clinging to life.
“Don’t worry,” Mike said calmly. “Let the Chaotic Lightning do its thing.”
…
Behind them, within the demon army, the Eighth Demon God lay dying.
Only a sliver of Abyssal source protected him, but at the cost of nearly destroying the Eighth
Abyss with lightning.
He trembled uncontrollably, consumed by fear, his limbs paralyzed.
He had almost died!
This was the closest he had come to death in three hundred years!
But he had survived!
Given enough time, he could recover…
As that thought crossed his mind, the world around him seemed to fall silent.
He was pulled away from the battlefield, entering a separate space, time slowing to a crawl.
A butterfly appeared before him.
It instantly captured his attention.
The black butterfly, hovering in mid-air, spoke in a human voice. “Perhaps… you are already
dead?”
The Eighth Demon God was, indeed, dead.
As his consciousness returned to reality, his body disintegrated, scattering into dust.
The moment he died, the Eighth Abyss descended into chaos.
The demon creatures turned on each other, fighting and devouring each other’s Abyssal
source.
Even the demon army pursuing Thor crumbled like a sandcastle.
Maxen, noticing the commotion behind them, shook Thor excitedly.
“He’s dead! The Eighth Demon God is dead!”
Mike, exhausted from his attack, mumbled, “If you shake me any harder, I’ll be dead too.”
Forcing the Eye of Truth’s third awakening, locking onto the Eighth Demon God, a level 499
facing a level 1,000…
He was drained.
As for the Eighth Demon God, he no longer cared.
He had done everything he could. If that wasn’t enough to kill him, he would deal with him
later, when he was stronger.
Judging by the demon creatures’ reaction, the Eighth Demon God was truly dead.
With the Eighth Demon God’s death, the Eighth Abyss descended into chaos.
The demon creatures fought for control of the Abyssal source, seeking to gain the Eighth
Abyss’s favor and become the new Eighth Demon God.
This chaos would continue until a new Demon God emerged.
Maxen glanced back, a hint of regret in his eyes.
If he didn’t have to escort Thor, he could have wreaked havoc in the leaderless Eighth Abyss
with the two Supreme Corps!
With a bit of luck, they might even be able to purify the Eighth Abyss!
But Thor’s safety was more important.
And Maxen knew that the decision to purify the Eighth Abyss rested with the Supreme Beings.
They had only one task now: to escape.
“Where to now?” Maxen asked, his pace not slowing as they outran the pursuing demon army.
“Back to Florida or the Forest of Truth?”
Killing the Eighth Demon God was a major victory, far exceeding their expectations.
In Maxen’s mind, it was time to cut their losses and return home.
“No,” Mike said, his face still pale, but his energy returning. With the Eye of Truth dormant, the swelling in his eyes had subsided.
“To the Seventh Abyss.”
Maxen was stunned.
“What for? You planning to kill the Seventh Demon God too?”
Despite his question, he changed course, heading towards the Seventh Abyss.
Mike rolled his eyes. “If I was that capable, I would have challenged the 100th floor of the Tower of Truth already.”
The loss of both the Seventh and Eighth Abysses was a major blow to humanity.
Mike, wielding the Shadow Sigil, was obligated to visit both Abysses, retrieving the souls of
the fallen heroes and returning them to Earth.
This was Shadow Nine’s responsibility.
With Shadow Nine’s strength, he could have easily completed this task. But Shadow Nine was
absent, and the burden now fell upon Mike.
Since he was still capable of fighting, and Maxen was there to protect him, it made sense to
visit the Seventh Abyss and fulfill his duty.
But there was another reason. Mike wanted to exploit a loophole.
Before embarking on this journey, Apollo had assured him that his life wouldn’t be in danger.
In other words… as long as he didn’t return to Earth from the Abyss, he wouldn’t die, no
matter how reckless he was!
Mike decided to gamble, trusting in Apollo’s words.
Maxen, unaware of Thor’s thoughts, focused on protecting him.
They soon arrived at the Seventh Abyss.
As they entered, a sword energy hurtled towards them. Maxen swatted it aside casually.
The sword energy whizzed past Mike’s head, nearly slicing off his luscious locks.
“What the hell is going on here?” Mike asked, confused.
“Take a look around,” Maxen said.
Mike scanned his surroundings, realizing that the Seventh Abyss had become a world of
swords!
Nine sword servants stood at strategic locations, their auras interconnected, forming a grand sword formation.
The formation generated a constant stream of sword energy, obliterating any newly spawned
demon creatures. Even Nine-Star Lord level demons couldn’t survive for more than three seconds within the formation.
In the sky, a swordsman in white battled nine demonic figures, holding his own against overwhelming odds.
Without the Eye of Truth’s assistance, Mike couldn’t gauge the demon creatures’ strength.
Maxen, sensing Thor’s confusion, explained, “Four at level 994, four at level 999, and the
level 1,000 Seventh Demon God.”
Ares was truly impressive.
“This isn’t good.” Maxen frowned, his expression grim. “The longer this fight drags on, the
worse it is for my godfather.”
He was about to send Thor back to Earth and return to the battlefield.
“Hold on, hold on.” Mike interrupted him. “Have you seen Professor?”
A giant question mark appeared above Maxen’s head. “Professor?”
Mike cleared his throat. “Ahem, I mean, Cedric… Immortal Cedric.”
“Oh, I’ll look for him.”
Maxen quickly located Cedric. He was sitting on the Demon Emperor’s Hall’s throne, sipping
wine and occasionally adjusting the sword formation’s position.
“He’s slacking off,” Maxen reported.
“I see.”
Mike had a plan. He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I have a bet for you…”
“No! Absolutely not!” Maxen refused vehemently.
He wasn’t going to fall for Thor’s tricks again. Besides, the situation was critical. Why was Thor still thinking about profits?
“Hear me out!” Mike said quickly. “Do you believe I can kill the Seventh Demon God?” Maxen hesitated, then blurted out, “I do!”
He would believe anything Thor said at this point, even if he claimed he could kill the
Supreme Demon God with a fart.
“I don’t.”
Cedric appeared beside them, looking at Thor. “If you win, I’ll teach you the fourth
application of Fate’s Reversal.”
“Deal!”
With the stakes set, Mike shouted, “Second Bro! The Eighth Demon God is dead!”
Ares raised an eyebrow. Dead?
*Swish*
A sword beam sliced through the nine demonic figures, critically injuring them.
The swordsman in white appeared before the Seventh Demon God. “That sword strike was
meant to kill you all.”
His voice held a hint of regret. “But since the Eighth Demon God is dead, this sword strike can
only be used to kill you now.”
The nine demonic figures dissipated.
The clouds parted, and sunlight bathed the battlefield.
The Seventh Demon God was dead.