"Lost, lost, sheep, who, is, calling, my, true, name!!!"
"Damn it, you're actually resisting my power..."
A voice full of oppression, like it came from Hell, emanated from Adam's mouth, but it quickly turned into an angry curse.
At this moment, Adam, whose entire body was emanating black mist, had one side of his face gloomy and the other side struggling.
It was clear that Adam was resisting Satan's possession.
Seeing the little one's expression grow increasingly pained, Raphael and Crowley couldn't help but want to step forward to help, but they were both stopped by Mike.
The Demon Heart is a very subjective power; only Adam, as the host, has the ability to truly expel this power from his body.
And Mike brought the other party with him precisely for this moment.
Either Adam's will would be unstable and he would be possessed by Satan, in which case Mike would need to deal with both at once. Or Adam's will would be firm and he would successfully reject the temptation of the Demon Heart's power, in which case Mike would only need to deal with the temporarily descended Satan.
In the arena, as the heavenly and human struggle between good and evil raged within Adam, his aura became increasingly chaotic.
Just as the little one's innocent side was about to disappear, a soft white glow suddenly emanated from his body.
Although the light was not very bright, it helped him resist the continued erosion of the black mist.
In fact, during the stalemate with the white light, the dark power on Adam's body was slowly weakening.
Needless to say, this white light must be related to God.
As the first human of the Garden of Eden, even though Adam had made mistakes, he was still a child of God.
It was these coincidences, coupled with Adam's inner steadfastness, that allowed him to resist the temptation of demonic power.
"Damn it!!!"
Seeing the demonic power gradually weaken, 'Adam' let out an unwilling roar, and then the dark power flowed out of his body, finally condensing into a black heart.
Immediately after, as this heart pulsed, it instantly transformed into a phantom of Satan with demonic horns on his head.
Clearly, taking advantage of the power not yet completely lost, Satan abandoned Adam as a "vessel" and directly descended to the human world as his "true form."
"It's you again, we meet again." After the phantom of Satan stabilized his form, the first thing he noticed was Mike in front of him.
However, after that previous ordeal, Satan's prestige upon this descent had dropped by several notches.
"Take this little one and get far away..." However, Mike did not respond to Satan immediately. Instead, he handed the unconscious Adam to Raphael and the other before walking back.
And during this process, Satan, who was clearly already furious, surprisingly did not react further.
"Perhaps, we don't necessarily have to be enemies..." After clearing the area, Satan still did not choose to act immediately. He looked at Mike and said, "What benefits did God give you? Is it that flaming artifact in your hand? If you cooperate with me, we can get more. Power, authority, everything you could ever want..."
It must be said, the Lord of Hell's ability to tempt people was quite good.
However, Mike's ambition was clearly greater than he imagined.
"What I want, you can't give! So stop wasting your breath, let's settle this with our hands." Mike raised his greatsword, burning with pure white flames, and beckoned to Satan, mocking, "Or are you saying you don't dare to fight me?"
Because of the existence of the Gates of Hell, it was not so easy for Satan to descend in his true form, so what appeared now was actually just a projection of him.
And without a vessel, relying solely on a Demon Heart, the power Satan could use was very limited.
In summary, Mike was not afraid of this "weak" Lord of Hell in front of him.
"Kid, you're too arrogant!!!"
Being so disdained by a human, Satan could no longer control his rage. He condensed a large black hand and clawed at Mike.
"As I thought, your power is more than a hundred times weaker than last time..."
Facing the overwhelming black hand clawing at him, Mike showed no panic, a smile even tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Opportunities to teach the Lord of Hell a lesson don't come often—
Immediately, with the Power of Faith's blessing, the greatsword burning with white flames sliced through the black palm as smoothly as cutting butter.
Then, Mike, pressing his advantage, appeared above the phantom of Satan in a single stride, unleashing a massive flame sword qi with a powerful cleave.
With sizzling sounds, the phantom of Satan was effortlessly cleaved in half, and the Demon Heart within the phantom was also damaged at one corner.
A more concentrated black mist flowed out from the Demon Heart, and as the black mist churned, the entire sky was dyed black.
"This..."
Watching the continuously spreading aftermath of the battle not far away, Crowley, after his astonishment, prepared to pull his good friend back again to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"You watch Adam, I'll go check on the weapon base—" But before Crowley could act, Raphael had already looked towards the weapon base.
The weapon base, which contained nuclear weapons, was not far from where Mike and the other were fighting.
If the battle continued to spread, it might cause a nuclear disaster.
"Let me go instead, I have more experience dealing with demonic energy." Crowley understood his good friend's concern, so he didn't take the unconscious Adam.
"But I'm better at protective power!" Raphael stubbornly stated.
Knowing the danger, Raphael naturally wouldn't watch his friend go into harm's way.
So the two good friends had a brief stalemate, and then they exchanged a knowing smile.
"Then let's go together!" x2
...
On the main battlefield, as the power of the Demon Heart flowed, within the sky-obscuring black mist, Satan re-condensed into a colossal demon over three zhang tall.
Black mist swirled around him with every breath...
His enormous eyes were like two small red lanterns.
This made his oppressive presence even more powerful.
"All show..."
However, this terrifying appearance did not scare Mike.
In fact, the other party's blustering demeanor made Mike realize that he had hit too hard just now.
Perhaps thinking of something amusing, Mike dispelled the flaming greatsword in his hand, raised his right fist, and flew towards Satan.
"You try being hammered too—"
With a playful remark, Mike agilely flew in front of Satan, and his fist, shining with white holy light, heavily hammered the other's face.
This was a retaliation for Satan's punch last time.
"Damn worm!!!"
The enlarged Satan, who had stumbled, had a rage in his eyes that burned like a physical substance.
He swung his arms, bringing down immense force on the human in front of him, intending to flatten him into a meat patty.
Sharp wind pressure stirred up dust everywhere.
However, this powerful blow, lacking energy support, still seemed slow to Mike.
Then, activating an enhanced version of "Bullet Time," he dodged and flew out from above Satan's palms.
And then, using the power of ascension, he delivered another punch to the other's face.
"That punch last time, I'll return it a hundredfold today—"
Taking advantage of Satan's balance being lost again, Mike, filled with heroic spirit, seized the opportunity to unleash a rapid flurry of punches on the other's face.
With massive thudding sounds, the slow-moving Satan was repeatedly forced back.
"Damn, damn, damn!!!"
Satan, whose every step caused the ground to shake, had the dense black mist on his body gradually dissipating, and he was clearly becoming Mike's punching bag.
"Human, I will remember this grudge today!!"
As the energy of this temporary body waned, Satan knew he had no power to resist. Rather than staying here to be further humiliated by the human in front of him, he chose to voluntarily return to Hell.
When Mike swung his fist again, he passed directly through the phantom of Satan.
Immediately, the black mist, which had lost its cohesion, quickly dissipated like smoke into the surroundings.
The winter sunlight also pierced through the mist at this time, shining down on the earth.
"He just ran away!"
Mike, who hadn't had his fill of fighting, swung his fist in the air, his expression a bit displeased.
But it was still good; he had at least collected some interest on the previous grudge.
Meanwhile, in front of the weapon base, Raphael and Crowley, who had witnessed the entire process of Satan's defeat up close, had mouths so wide open they could almost fit an egg.
To repel a Demon God as a mortal, that was not something just anyone could do.