Wayne muttered to himself, obtaining the authority of the Divine Nation from the Subsidiary Gods, which could be seen as an upgraded version of the Seven Deadly Sins + Hell, but if that’s all it is, the Divine Nation’s value would sharply decrease. In this way, he had the confidence to forcibly break into the Dark Divine Kingdom. This was quite unfavorable to the Dark Goddess, as Idinis had always dreamt of being the boss lady. The inadequate expressiveness of the Divine Nation devalued her position, making it hard for her to achieve her ambition. Laisha called out loudly, with a formidable enemy before them, the Eighth Layer’s space was locked, so Wayne must leave immediately and not arrogantly provoke Saine. One misstep would lead to continuing failures, which concerned the entire Hades. Wayne couldn’t fall here. Wayne paid no heed, with a wave of his hand confined the surrounding space, and without his nod, no one could speak. After a crisp snap of his fingers, a teleportation channel to the Heart of Nature opened up, and strands of green vines stretched out, dragging dozens of Subsidiary Gods into the lush safety zone. Including the captives, they were all taken away together. At this moment, the entire space of the Eighth Layer suddenly locked, cutting off all connections with the outside world, even thoughts couldn’t escape. The overbearing posture of sealing the heavens and locking the earth caught Wayne’s attention, guessing if it was the ability of the Subsidiary Gods or the result of the Divine Nation’s authority. White light flickered intensely in his eyes, breaking through the blocked space, and forcibly connecting the Heart of Nature and the Peak of Pride. Between the two realms, a chasm blocked the way. Those inside couldn’t get out, and those outside couldn’t get in. It hovered between the two worlds, within reach on both sides, yet entirely transparent. The Heart of Nature was personally forged by Aztemo, unbeknownst to the three Subsidiary Gods, so theoretically, the three Subsidiary Gods weren’t aware, and their inherent authority couldn’t affect the Heart of Nature. The only thing that could block the connection of the two worlds was the acquired authority of Hades. Wayne sensed the transparent figures around him, extended his hand towards the nearest Laisha, but his fingers passed through her chest without touching her body. Unable to send to the Heart of Nature, nor pull back to the Peak of Pride... "Interesting, the permissions are quite high..." Wayne’s body levitated, overflowing with surging Death Aura, while eight grey tentacles reaching sky and earth danced, demolishing endless mountains and recondensing a shadow obscuring the sky in the high altitude above. Saine hadn’t yet reacted, but the Nine Night Gods turned pale as paper, realizing that the audacious present Death Knight bore no resemblance to the valiant prodigy Rone boasted about. The Demigods were at a loss, even crying with no place to hide, feeling ashamed of failing Rone’s trust, each criticizing themselves severely. Laisha looked deathly pale, glancing at her pupil Sukra, who looked full of anticipation as if victory or defeat wasn’t yet determined. Unable to bear it, she struck with a knife hand. "Teacher, why did you hit me?" Sukra was extremely aggrieved. "You know nothing about the Subsidiary Gods. I have no students foolish as you!" Laisha seemed to find an outlet, scolding Sukra while pulling her ears, regretting not preparing in advance. Had she known Wayne was empty-headed, she would have devised a foolproof plan. Sukra attempted to interject several times, lacking Wayne’s rich experience, all attempts ending in failure. Suffering unjustly, Sukra, embittered, betrayed her teacher: "To ward off Wayne’s antics is actually simple. I’ll teach you a Sealing Skill, guaranteeing wherever you go, he follows, unable to drive him away." Saying this, she embraced Laisha’s arm. "It’s already sealed!" "At a time , you still have the mind for jokes, you’re as brainless as Wayne!" "Teacher, it truly seals..." In the high altitude, colorful brilliance and dark shadows clashed, dividing the Eighth Layer’s sky in two. At the center of this fierce mental collision, the dazzling light shattered, and the shadow collapsed, clearly neither side gaining an upper hand. Saine was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise gracing her exquisite face. Among the three Proxies of Death, only Saine was personally shaped by Aztemo, inheriting part of Aztemo’s appearance, bearing seventy percent resemblance. Saine’s skin was flawlessly white, exuding a subtle, warm luster, with a straight and delicate nose, thin yet soft lips, and long silver-grey hair combed with a sense of tranquility, untouched by worldly dust, radiating an otherworldly elegance. However, her brows naturally conveyed a sense of noble authority, a powerful oppressive presence making it difficult for others to feel close, perfectly embodying the superior expectations as the Judge of Death. Differing from other Disciples of Death, the grey elements on her body were minimal, her tall form draped in a shimmering black gown, matching black long sleeve gloves clinging to her slender arms up to the elbows, elegantly outlining the arm’s graceful contour. The black skirt draped like mist under the night’s veil, both lightweight and enigmatic, seeming ready to blend into the shadow at any moment, starkly contrasting the luminous entrance effect when she appeared. Content originally comes from ɴovelfire.net Wayne scrutinized her for a moment, noting Saine’s Subsidiary God title was ’Spirit-eating Crow,’ yet failed to observe any avian traits in her disposition. Unlike Doom Spider Grew, who always appeared with black spider effects. Incidentally, titles like Doom Spider, Spirit-eating Crow, Wings of Winter, regarding the early belief wars, could be understood as Pale Moon, Star Plague. It’s highly probable, in the early days, the Goddesses who had just become Demigods were far from the match of today’s Subsidiary Gods.