The eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath sharpened as he gazed at this group.
They were much more powerful than those before, even stronger than Nebolex, their power nearing the limit of the Lord Tier, and they made their first move as soon as they appeared.
The Devil Lord, who resembled a mass of eyes and mouths, was nad Iostor. Every single eye glowed as they focused on the True Depravita of Wrath, and instantly, Vlad felt a connection reach into his mind.
The next second, all the mouths suddenly chant a single word of infernal language, and a powerful strike landed in Vlad’s soul with overwhelming strength.
While the spirit defenses of a True Depravita were impressive, he had already taken a lot of damage and used a lot of energy, so the attack of Iostor did a lot of damage.
His speed dropped. Not drastically—but enough.
Enough for the knight to strike.
A bastard sword forged from compressed ti force crashed down, smashing Vlad through multiple layers of street and bedrock. Pain flared through his body as his montum was forcibly bled away.
The True Depravita of Wraht left a bloody trail on his path, but he twisted in the middle of the ground and rose before the Devil Lords could press their advantage.
The Quantum Eye flickered—but he did not activate it.
Instead, he exhaled.
Space scread.
Vlad forced a localized collapse, tearing the spiritual link apart. Agony appeared in Iostor’s eyes as he suffered a horrible backlash after his soul connection was broken.
Yet, before Vlad could chant victory, the Devil Lord that resembled a headless reaper that went by the na of Godfrey attacked.
Vlad managed to dodge one of the scythes, but the other was about to reach his head. Yet at the last second, the Celestial Eyes glowed, generating a portal that consud the scythe, only to make it appear right before Godfrey’s chest, making the Devil Lord impale himself with his own attack.
A wide smile appeared on the face of the True Depravita of Wrath as he managed to leave Godfrey behind, but before he could build his speed and montum again, the Devil Lord, resembling a knight, attacked.
The Devil Lord attacked with everything he had. He had already wounded Vlad before, and now he wants to break him. Yet all that excitent and bloodlust froze as he saw his bastard sword phasing through the body of the True Depravita, failing to touch him, much less wound him.
And that was just the start, as the Devil Lord was left full of openings that the True Depravita of Wrath made sure to use.
The Quietus Sword pierced the Devil Lord’s helm, gray flas devouring the chronal runes as ti itself unraveled around the blade. Vlad wrenched the sword free, not caring about the Devil Lord’s fate, and launched himself forward once more as the entire sector caved in behind him.
A aningful light appeared in the eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath as he could already see the heart of the Third Layer, Sector 1 and 2. Nearly every iota of Origin Power that should have flown through the entire layer was gathered there.
That was his goal, yet there was one final challenge.
The final clash ca near the sector’s inner boundary.
Two Devil Lords awaited him, standing openly in the street.
No traps.
No distortions.
One was a thin, skeletal figure wreathed in black lightning, every movent precise and lethal, red eyes that seed to hold an ocean of blood. His strength was so imnse that it surpassed that of every other Devil Lord that Vlad had seen, other than Beelzebub.
And the other was even stronger. The last enemy in his path was humanoid, a being with three heads and dozens of arms, each of them bursting with power.
They were Olaftir, the Master of Sector 2 of the Third Layer—and phisto, Master of Sector 1!
They attacked together.
Lightning split the sky as Olaftir flashed forward, matching Vlad’s speed, and entering a lee battle with the True Depravita of Wrath, forcing him into direct combat, making it much harder for him to advance.
Each clash sent shockwaves through the city, and no matter how much Vlad wanted to move forward, it was nearly impossible with the Master of Sector 2 upon him.
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phisto remained focused on the battle, hovering at the edge of the clash without moving a single step. Yet his stillness did not an his presence was inconsequential.
On the contrary, it weighed heavily upon the battlefield. Vlad was forced to divide his attention between Olaftir and the Master of Sector One, never once able to forget that phisto was watching—waiting.
If that were not enough, the remaining Devil Lords whom Vlad had managed to overco but not neutralize were advancing. They flashed forward at full speed, eager to strike the True Depravita with all they had the mont he faltered.
Each second that passed without Vlad reaching the core of the city made his situation increasingly dire. He knew this better than anyone.
Grinding his teeth, Vlad sharpened his focus.
He allowed Olaftir’s strike to land.
The blow slamd into his chest with brutal force, shattering bone and tearing flesh. Pain surged through his body as blood sprayed from his mouth, but Vlad did not retreat. Instead, he used the opening created by the exchange. With a violent twist of his torso, he swung the Quietus Sword in a devastating arc, carving a deep, bloody wound across Olaftir’s body.
More importantly, the blade injected a concentrated burst of Quietus Force directly into the Master of Sector Two’s bloodstream.
The effect was imdiate and horrifying. Olaftir staggered, his movents slowing as the corruptive energy ravaged him from the inside. His limbs trembled, strength draining rapidly until he could barely remain standing.
A cold, rciless light filled Vlad’s eyes.
He raised the Quietus Sword, preparing to sever Olaftir’s head and end the battle once and for all.
That was when phisto finally moved.
All restraint vanished in an instant. phisto’s power detonated outward, his form expanding and transforming into a gargantuan entity that dwarfed the surrounding ruins. Dozens of massive palms unfurled from his body, each one dragging the sky downward as they moved. The world groaned under the pressure.
This was not the Law of Space.
It was the Law of Gravity.
Vlad felt the difference imdiately. Though he had gained significant mastery over gravity through his Demon Soul, this was on an entirely different level. Space-ti itself began to compress around him, growing denser and heavier with every passing mont as phisto’s hands closed in.
The pressure was suffocating.
Even the Quantum Eye would have struggled to pull him free—and worse, it was still on cooldown.
Vlad clenched his teeth as blood began to seep from every orifice on his face. His muscles tore, bones cracked, and organs scread under the crushing force. Gravity warped his body rcilessly, threatening to reduce him to nothing before he could act.
He had no ti left.
With a feral snarl, Vlad forced every remaining ounce of energy and strength into the Quietus Sword. The blade scread as it absorbed the power, its gray flas intensifying until the air around it fractured. Vlad pushed further, drawing upon reserves that threatened to tear his soul apart.
Then he drove the sword forward.
The Quietus Sword pierced the very fabric of space.
All the energy he had gathered detonated at once.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"
A cataclysmic explosion erupted, radiating outward in every direction. The blast was so overwhelmingly powerful that it tore apart buildings, shattered the streets, and even forced phisto’s gargantuan hands to recoil. The gravitational field faltered, collapsing under the sheer violence of the detonation.
The eyes of the Master of Sector One widened in disbelief.
He had not anticipated such an attack.
From the heart of the explosion, the True Depravita of Wrath erged.
Vlad’s condition was horrific. His left arm was completely gone, and half of his body had been obliterated by the blast, flesh and bone reduced to ruin. Blood stread freely from his wounds, and yet—he was still standing.
A wide, ferocious smile spread across his face.
He had succeeded.
Despite the devastation, despite the impossible odds, Vlad now stood within the very heart of the Third Layer. The core lood before him, pulsing with infernal power.
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