Chapter 311: The Might of Eastern Elegant Language (Fourth Update!)

Once the word "Hell" was uttered.

Sharon, who was still preparing to drive Hawk there, had the expression on her face freeze.

After a while.

Sharon came back to her senses and looked at Hawk.

"What?"

"Hell!"

Hawk repeated.

The next second.

His own laws of life and death finally successfully located the coordinates of the Hell dimension through the Hell vortex just now.

Hawk didn't hesitate and swung a fist.

Bang—

The laws of life and death surrounded his fist. The moment it touched the space in front of him, the space shattered like a mirror.

Immediately after, a pitch-black vortex exuding an aura of death and ominousness appeared before Hawk's eyes.

Through this death vortex, Hawk clearly saw the pitch-black Hell Gate on the other side.

Sharon, on the side, had her mouth wide open.

"I heard there are jackals in this desert at night."

"Go back quickly."

"Don't wait for me."

Hawk turned his head to look at Sharon, who had a dull expression, reminded her, and then, under Sharon's gaze, stepped into the Hell vortex he had forcibly opened with great effort.

Whoosh!

The moment his figure disappeared into the Hell vortex, the surrounding air contracted violently, and the Hell vortex disappeared without a trace.

In an instant.

The canyon returned to a state of dead silence.

Awoo!

Not far away, jackals, seemingly sensing the departure of the strong aura, walked out of hidden caves and howled excitedly at the bright moon overhead.

Sharon reacted to the successive wolf howls, subconsciously shook her head, and then quickly trotted toward her vehicle parked outside the canyon.

In front of the Hell Gate.

Stepping out of the Hell vortex, Hawk appeared in front of the Hell Gate and looked up at it.

He had some impression of this gate.

Because...

When his sister Anya was summoned by the Hell Witch, he had sensed such a gate.

Right.

He remembered the numerous evil spirits hiding around the Hell Gate that seemed to want to bite his sister the second before she was pulled back into the Hell Gate.

The next second.

Hawk's gaze looked around.

In front of the Hell Gate was a bottomless cliff, surrounded by thick black fog that mortals couldn't see through, symbolizing the boundary between life and death.

It was in these thick black fogs that numerous creatures known as evil spirits, who didn't want to go to Hell and couldn't return to the human world, were hidden.

Just as Hawk's gaze fell into this thick fog, the evil spirits, who had been hungry for who knows how long, let out piercing screams and swarmed toward Hawk, who was standing in front of the Hell Gate.

They couldn't perceive that Hawk was very powerful, and if they could perceive it, would they have become evil spirits?

The most important point.

They were very hungry.

In an instant.

In Hawk's line of sight, he only saw the black fog that blotted out the sky seem to come alive, rapidly approaching him.

Dense claws reached out from the black fog, seemingly wanting to pull Hawk, who was standing in front of the Hell Gate, inside.

Hawk looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his right hand, which had been lowered, had its five fingers slowly curling toward his palm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ten seconds later.

The moment Hawk turned around, accompanied by the dissipation of the endless black fog behind him, at the same time, a punch that had been gathering momentum slammed directly into the Hell Gate in front of him.

"Mephisto!"

"Get out here!"

"Boom!"

Under the sky-filling fist shadows, the Hell Gate, which should have been indestructible, collapsed backward with a boom.

The sound of the Hell Gate collapsing rang out like a great bell, resounding thoroughly over the entire Hell dimension.

Mephisto, who had returned to his palace and was pondering how to trick Hawk next time to get his soul, was stunned by this loud noise. Following that, listening to Hawk's voice echoing throughout the Hell dimension, he stood up from his throne with a thud.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Logically speaking, his power shouldn't be able to break through the edge of life and death to come to my Hell.

Could it be...

He lost his mind?

Mephisto's thoughts turned, thinking of a possibility, and his eyes lit up. Following that, he quickly took a step.

When he appeared again, he was at the position where he had just swatted Johnny Blaze away.

The next second.

Hawk's figure appeared silently in front of Mephisto.

Mephisto, in the guise of a gentlemanly middle-aged man, greeted him with a smile first.

"Hawk, welcome to my Hell."

"And then?"

Hawk looked at Mephisto, who seemed to want to perform, with a calm gaze, cooperating with Mephisto's expression.

"That rebellious son of yours, I've already killed him. By the way, don't mention it."

"... Thank you!"

Mephisto's eyes lit up, his voice sounding very happy, and then he sighed: "Sorry to trouble you. If I couldn't go up to Earth now, I would have wanted to cut off that rebellious son's head myself..."

Before Mephisto could finish, Hawk added: "By the way, I was afraid he would return to Hell and think about coming up to trouble me again, so I destroyed his soul too. You won't blame me, will you?"

The laws of life and death were bound to Blackheart's soul. To get the laws of life and death, one had to grab Blackheart's soul and refine it instantly.

However...

Since Mephisto wanted to perform, he would accompany Mephisto in the performance.

Anyway, he was idle, so he would just treat it as teasing a fool.

Hawk thought to himself, his keen senses capturing the trace of anger that appeared in the depths of Mephisto's eyes after this sentence was uttered.

But Mephisto hid this emotion in an instant, laughing: "How could I? I'm too late to thank you. If that rebellious son had really succeeded, and the Sorcerer Supreme had come to the door, I would have been passive."

As he spoke.

Mephisto then changed the subject, enthusiastically inviting Hawk: "Let's go, back to my palace. Anya is in my palace. Just right, let's have a drink, and I'll have Anya come over to meet you, chat, and you siblings can have a good talk."

His words were undoubtedly reminding Hawk.

Your sister is in my hands.

Hawk turned a deaf ear to the meaning in Mephisto's words, smiled, and refused Mephisto: "I won't drink. Call my sister over, I'll take her away, no need to trouble you."

Mephisto was stunned.

"You've found a body to house Anya's soul?"

"It's the same if I take her away first. After going up, I'll just find a passerby, chop them up, and then house my sister inside. That should have a better effect, while it's hot, what do you think?"

"... How can that be allowed?"

Mephisto heard Hawk's "while it's hot" and his brain started smoking, hurriedly saying: "That won't work. Didn't I say? You need to find your sister's body first, and then I will release your sister."

Hawk sneered repeatedly in his heart.

Mephisto then said: "How about this, let's go back to the palace first. You've helped me so much, you should let me thank you properly, and your sister is waiting in the palace."

His enthusiasm didn't diminish.

As long as Hawk entered the palace, he would be his lamb to the slaughter.

Actually, here would work too. ===== CHAPTER 313 =====