With the Heart of Nature in hand, Wayne could flee whenever he wanted, securing an undefeated position and remaining extremely safe. That being said, there were still risks involved. The three Subsidiary Gods not only divided the territory of Hades among themselves but also gained some of its authority. As for their individual strengths, Rone had no clear idea. To be cautious, he instructed the nine Night Gods to prepare for a sacrificial defense. Even if all nine of them perished, Wayne’s safe escape was a priority. On the mountaintop, the thoughts of dozens of demigod-level beings clashed intensely, summoning a legion of undead creatures onto the battlefield. Amidst this madness of mobilization, the densely packed undead creatures spread across the mountains, resembling a grey river of spiritual light surging through the mountain gaps, extending beyond what the eye could see. The death aura rose into the sky, with a shadowy hand obscuring the heavens. Its terrifying and intimidating presence incited a dramatic change in the celestial phenomena, like an ancient beast awakening from the abyss, stirring an unsettling storm that spread endless chill and silence, slowly and irresistibly expanding. The shadow of death aura covered the sky, with lightning weaving through like dragons and serpents. Accompanied by thunder, the wind gradually expanded, casting a spectacle as grand as it was majestic. Wayne stood atop the mountain, looked up, and felt the commotion was too small. His mind seeped into the shadow of death aura, adding a bucket of gasoline to the pyre. He also scattered a few handfuls of white phosphorus. The death aura roiled, twisting space, with tentacles of grey mist writhing, devouring everything with ferocity. Space solidified, and time seemed to halt. Powerful mental energy acted like a lever moving the universe, causing the earth to rumble and tremble. Mountains folded and crumbled in succession, shaking the order of the entire Eighth Layer. The presence of fear named itself across the Eighth Layer! Massive turmoil erupted across the allied camp, as the nine strongest among the demigods present, the Night Gods, were left dumbfounded and remarked on Rone’s extreme modesty. These were no mere knights of the mortal world; they alone could easily contend with the three former Subsidiary Gods. Laisha looked surprised, watching Wayne’s back for a while before inquiring through transmission: "Sukra, just how powerful is the current Death Knight? I’ve already overestimated him and still underestimated him." "Master, you still underestimate him. He’s truly very powerful..." Sukra weakly transmitted: "You might not believe me, but I think Rone is being overly cautious. We could march straight into The Eternal Hall without wasting time here." "Sukra, do not underestimate Rone’s prudence. You know nothing about the Subsidiary Gods." "Master, you know nothing about Wayne." Sukra muttered inwardly, feeling Wayne grew more abstract. She didn’t fully understand him, but she wasn’t blind. Just by seeing who Wayne did business with could offer a guess or two. "Master, if I said the Dark Goddess and Wayne have slept together, would you believe it?" "Then I have nothing more to say." The terrifying mental force spread across every corner of the Eighth Layer. The clouds of death aura converged, twisting into a spiraling vortex with a cloudy eye. A massive skeletal phantom formed within this vortex eye, overlooking the endless mountain ranges, casting a projection of terrifying pressure. The creatures of the Eighth Layer seemed small and helpless under this power. Among the camps of Grew and Saine, the demigods either fled in terror or trembled on the spot, all showing primal fear under this unprecedented pressure. Engaging them was pointless; the outcome was clear even without trying—with certainty of catastrophic loss. "Quickly, inform Lord Saine immediately, her most concerned rebel leader Rone is on the Eighth Layer..." Amidst the chaos of the two camps, Grew’s followers fled one after another, while Saine’s subordinates stood their ground. Even knowing that charging equated to suicide, four demigods chose to challenge ’Rone’. Four figures soared into the sky, each possessing a unique aura and remarkable appearances. "Movy, Karlsa, Ela, Stoss..." Laisha named the four demigods one by one, giving high praise to their prowess. Unlike Omilos’s common half-gods, these were personally cultivated by Saine, demigods who gradually rose from being Legendary Mages. With immense potential and malleability, they were well-known and named powerhouses in Hades. Movy had the appearance of a female, donned in a black gown flowing with starlight, with black wings unfurled behind her, and wielding a Dark Star Scepter, positioned as Saine’s seventh stratum commander. Apart from her, the remaining three had humanoid forms yet belonged to the Order of the Undead, Spectral Vision. Karlsa was an irregularly changing spirit, with a body made up of numerous translucent soul threads. These threads continuously wove and unwove to form a transparent filamentous robe, with a featureless face and wielding a pair of scissors-like silver weapons. Ela appeared as a half-beastman, a serpent-man, with the upper body of a brawny human engraved with rune marks, and the lower body a transparent spirit tail. The source of this content ɪs novel⸺fire.net Wayne described him as if he could grant wishes. The last, Stoss, took on a vintage route of elegant luxury, clad in armor that flickered with phosphorous flames, holding a giant scythe, and riding a shadowy warhorse. Superficially resembling a Death Knight’s skin. The difference was that the Death Knight had a skeletal frame plus armor, while Stoss had no physical substance within the armor. The armor wrapped a spirit body, with the helmet and skull mask shrouding the face, completely airtight from head to toe. Laisha stepped forward, with the nine Night Gods flashing to arrive simultaneously, joining forces to protect Wayne behind them. "Knight Lord, the task is completed, and you shouldn’t linger here." Laisha said.