Chapter 72
Mephisto's hoarse, low voice echoed in the air, reaching everyone's ears.
"How arrogant, Mephisto," Leon said softly, his eyes lifting to meet the demon's gaze as Mephisto hovered above. Leon's hair swayed slightly in the wind, his calm demeanor contrasting with the rising tension.
"You human brat—" Mephisto began, but Leon wasn't interested in hearing any more from him.
Without hesitation, Leon raised his hand and waved it dismissively. In his mind, he communicated with Keisha, "Keisha, block the space in this area. I don't want this guy slipping away."
"Yes, Captain Leon. Activating space blockade. The area within nine thousand meters will be isolated. Only god-level entities can break through," Keisha responded.
A soft hum filled the air as strange space fluctuations rippled outward. Mephisto, sharp and ever watchful, noticed the shift immediately. His eyes narrowed as he glanced around, assessing the situation and the human he had originally thought was merely a promising talent.
"You blocked the space? This strange power... even I didn't sense it at first," Mephisto muttered, intrigued.
Despite the space being sealed, Mephisto felt no panic. As a demon king who had lived for countless millennia, he had faced innumerable schemes and hopeless situations in the depths of hell, only to emerge victorious each time. He had claimed the throne of Satan, becoming the ruler of hell itself.
This projection of his soul might be destroyed, but the loss wouldn't be catastrophic. His true body would remain unharmed, and he would recover over time. What truly piqued his interest was Leon's ability to cast such a flawless space blockade.