"Want to blow yourself up?"
Finn frowned slightly. He could feel that the Demon King was attempting to self-destruct, trying to take him down in a suicidal burst of energy.
Yet, Finn showed no panic. Instead, he looked at the Demon King with cold contempt and said calmly, "You should know very well that the power of self-destruction has no effect on at all.
And do you think that after you blow yourself up, you'll still have a chance to be reborn?"
Finn's voice was thick with mockery.
"Damn it, are you immortal?"
A flash of sheer horror passed through the Demon King's eyes. For the first ti, a wave of panic surged in his heart.
He now understood that this human was no ordinary foe—his strength was imnse, likely even surpassing his own. That realization terrified him.
"Hahaha..."
Finn laughed aloud, dark amusent dripping from every syllable. "Who I am—is that really what matters to you?"
The mont he finished speaking, an overwhelming and terrifying aura exploded from his body. The imnse pressure distorted the very fabric of reality around them, threatening to tear apart the dinsion.
"No way!"
The Demon King stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.
Self-destruction was supposed to be his ultimate trump card, his final thod of bringing his enemy down with him.
Yet now, the very act he had placed all his hopes in had beco utterly aningless before this being—this human nad Finn.
"No... I must escape. If I don't, I'll die here."
In the blink of an eye, he made a decision. He poured every ounce of his soul power outward, attempting to disperse it across the dinsion.
It was his escape technique—one he'd only use in the most desperate situations. If caught mid-execution, he would certainly die.
"You can't escape."
Finn sneered, raising his right palm and gently swiping at the air where the Demon King hovered.
Swish!!!
A ripple of distortion shot forward. In the next instant, the Demon King let out a pained scream, crashing violently from midair. He hit the rocky ground below, shattering stones and vomiting blood as his bones crumbled under the force.
"Damn it, what kind of power is this?!"
Terror gripped him as he lay broken. Finn's thod of attack was unlike anything in the realms of sorcery or dinsional magic—it was alien, incomprehensible.
"It's a force beyond your comprehension."
Finn's voice was emotionless, his expression unreadable. It was as if the so-called Demon King wasn't even worthy of concern.
"Quick, demons! Assemble! No matter what happens, kill this man! He must not be allowed to leave this battlefield alive!"
Realizing the tides had turned irrevocably, the Demon King gave no thought to pride or glory. He called upon the full force of his legion.
DAL!!!
The demon army, answering their king's command, surged forward like a wave of darkness.
Among them, nurous phisto variants—beings twisted in likeness to the Lord of Lies himself—descended into battle. Their infernal roars tore through the sky, as if threatening to rip apart the heavens and earth.
"You still don't know when to quit? Fine—I'll give you a one-way ticket to Hell."
Finn launched himself into the heart of the battle, a streak of pure light in the chaos.
BOOM!!!
Explosions rang out with every movent. Mountains shook, trees splintered, boulders exploded, and debris filled the air.
Finn's fists were a storm. Every blow he landed cracked through the body of a demon, reducing it to mist and blood.
Numbers ant nothing. Each creature fell beneath Finn's power—none could stand against him.
In under three minutes, the lush forest had transford into a nightmarish battlefield. The ground was soaked in ichor, corpses were strewn in every direction.
AHHH!!!
Finally, the Demon King let out a harrowing scream as his form exploded into endless black smoke, consuming the void around him.
"The Demon King has fallen! Retreat!"
The remaining demons were stricken with terror. Abandoning their posts, they turned and ran.
But Finn wasn't going to let them escape.
With a deafening BANG, Finn's figure launched like a cannonball, a blur of motion across the air.
"Die!"
He yelled, slamming into two fleeing demons. His feet drove into their chests with catastrophic force.
Click click click!
Bones shattered, ribs collapsed. The demons fell limp to the ground, blood leaking from every orifice—already dead.
"No! Please, don't kill —I'll surrender!"
One of the surviving demons dropped to his knees, trembling.
"Heh, surrender? Do you really think I accept surrender from a devil?"
Finn sneered, then lifted his foot and brought it down like a teor.
CRACK!
The demon's head burst like a waterlon under the weight, skull fragnts and brain matter exploding outward.
"I... I can't die like this!"
The Demon King's essence hadn't fully dissipated yet—he was trying desperately to reform, to reclaim his body. But Finn was not about to give him that chance.
BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
With a barrage of devastating punches, Finn continued his assault, pounding the demon's form into fragnts, refusing to let any piece regenerate.
But this enemy was tenacious. The Demon King's essence clung to life like a virus.
"Looks like I'll need to try a bit harder to end you."
Finn muttered, eyes locked on the flickering remnants of his foe.
The Demon King was enraged. Despite his injuries, he charged again, roaring like a beast.
Finn t him head-on. Their bodies collided in a thunderous shockwave. The battle resud—ferocious and unrelenting.
While fighting, Finn noticed sothing. The Demon King's body was changing—mutating even. The transformation was unmistakable.
ROAR!!!
The Demon King's howl was feral, his face twisted with rage.
He was the supre ruler of the Infernal Dinsion, the apex predator in a realm filled with monsters. To be forced into this situation by a re human—it was humiliating.
"You damn human! I'll make your death a nightmare! I'll tear you limb from limb! I'll devour your soul! I'll make sure you're erased from existence—never to reincarnate!"
The Demon King's voice thundered through the void, every word seething with venom.
His hatred for humans had always been strong, but now it reached cosmic levels.
Finn's gaze sharpened. "You think I'm afraid of you?"
With a flash, he reappeared in front of the Demon King and drove a punch straight into his chest, the force echoing like a supernova.
This was no ordinary battle. It was a war between worlds, between mortals and the gods who thought themselves untouchable.
And Finn—born of Earth, forged in hellfire, raised in the crucible of pain—was done playing by anyone else's rules.
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