While the meeting between the leaders continued in the safety of Central City, the true weight of the conflict rested on the shoulders of those chosen to carry out the first strike.

    Metto, Caurus, Venzo, and Remu stood atop a desolate, rocky mountain that overlooked the Hell Army’s sprawling encampment.

    Though they were physically present, they were simultaneously shielded from detection, thanks to Metto’s ability. His power connected their senses to the battlefield without revealing their true location, keeping them hidden from the three Devil Generals who were positioned at the heart of the enemy forces.

    The camp stretched across the molten land below, a vast expanse filled with black tents and strong, intimidating creatures.

    Even the weakest of them was on par with a High-Rank Demon, showing just how formidable this army was.

    The air was filled with tension as the team stood in silence, each lost in their thoughts about the danger ahead. Despite their strength, everyone was aware that this could be the most dangerous mission they’d ever undertaken.

    The Hell Army was vast, its generals powerful, and the stakes were higher than ever.

    But they were all confident in the plan they had developed.

    They would strike fast—launching a powerful AOE attack to dismantle the Hell Army’s formation, crippling them with a single blow, and then retreating before the enemy general’s could retaliate.

    The key was speed and precision. They had one shot, and they needed to make it count.@@@@

    Metto turned to Remu. "Are you ready?"

    "Yes," Remu answered without hesitation.

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    With no more words needed, the team entered a spatial void—a pocket dimension. This space had no fixed boundaries. It was a blank expanse of white, its walls stretching endlessly into the distance, seemingly infinite.

    It was here they would prepare, where they could charge their power away from the prying eyes of their enemies.

    In this place, they could concentrate their power without fear of interference, ensuring that when they unleashed their attack, it would be at its full potential.

    Venzo scanned the area, his eyes narrowing as he took in the blank white walls around them.

    "You’ve really outdone yourself, Metto. This place feels like it could handle my strongest attack."

    Metto gave a slight nod, "It can handle all of your attacks. No need to hold back."

    "Good. Let’s do this!" Venzo chuckled, his usual laid back attitude taking over.

    He glanced at Remu, who stood still, her face focused and calm.

    Her role in this plan was the most important—she would be the one to absorb their combined powers and channel them.

    Remu adjusted her stance, her body beginning to morphed.

    A soft glow radiated from her form, and soon, she began to shimmer and expand into a massive sphere of glowing slime.

    But she wasn’t done yet.

    Next, she divided into four balls, with the largest one at the center, where her core resided.

    This form was her strongest, but also the most vulnerable. Her core was exposed, and if anyone decided to strike now, she would instantly die.

    "I’m ready! Give me everything you’ve got!" she declared.

    Finally, Metto’s turn came. With a casual flick of his wrist, he released his attack.

    It was a subtle motion, but the energy behind it hit Remu way harder.

    The pressure from his strike was unlike anything she had faced. It was sharp, relentless, and unyielding. Her form shook violently, the force threatening to tear her apart.

    But she stood strong. She had prepared for this.

    The energy was absorbed, and the third ball began to form, glowing a bright, pure white.

    Remu, now at the center of it all, held the destructive power of three Demon Gods combined.

    With her own energy added to it, this attack had the destructive force of dozens of nuclear warheads.

    Now, it was no exaggeration to say they were currently the strongest demon team.

    "Open the portal," she ordered, her voice steady and commanding.

    Without hesitation, Metto snapped his fingers, and the sky above the Hell Army cracked open like shattered glass.

    The sound echoed across the land, drawing the attention of everyone below.

    But before they could react, a massive explosion erupted, obliterating everything in its path.

    BOOOOOM!

    The shockwave was so powerful it wiped out the entire area, leaving nothing behind but devastation.

    It didn’t end there. The ground trembled violently, and the blast’s force was so immense that even cities hundreds of miles away felt the seismic shock.

    Buildings shook, and the earth groaned under the weight of the attack. It felt as though the very planet itself had been struck by a force of nature beyond anything imaginable.

    When the light finally subsided, the four who had been watching were taken aback.

    The Hell Army was unharmed.

    A massive black barrier had shielded them from the explosion, and the only thing destroyed was the land outside it.

    Seeing that their attack had failed, Metto snapped his fingers again. He had already use teleportation moments before, but someone had interfered with it.

    Just as he was about to try for the 3rd time, he sensed a shift in space.

    "Run!" Metto shouted, using his power to push the other demons away just as a semi-translucent black hand appeared out of nowhere and crushed his body into pulp.

    BURST!

    "Metto!" Venzo roared in anger, but there was no time for concern as the same black hand reappeared above him.

    "Don’t underestimate me!" he shouted, firing a beam of dark red light. But the hand swatted it away and slapped him with such force that he turned into a pool of blood midair.

    Caurus and Remu, witnessing the bloody scene, flew away, realizing this was not a fight—it was a one-sided massacre.

    Strongest Demon Team? What a joked.

    They were treated like insects.