Chapter 1573: Chapter 504: Being an Undercover Agent Is Hard Enough—Why Get Beaten Up When Wrapping Things Up? (Part 2) Inside the glacier, lies a maze of intricate ice caverns, winding and interconnected, an unknown destination, resembling the tangled network of emotions in a jealous person’s heart. Falling from the glacier surface into the ice caverns, one must be wary at every step, at every corner, always on guard against the sharp icicles that could fall from above at any moment. Jealousy cuts the heart, twisting the soul, bringing self-inflicted torment, cold enough to suffocate. Indeed, this is how jealousy is described in the Death Bible. In Hell, jealousy has already been equated with a clown. A dark army of undead creatures arrives at the sixth layer, with death aura suffusing the air, covering the entire sky with a thick gray shadow. Thick clouds obscure the once mirror-like silver sky, blocking all light outside. From a distance, the rift in the torn space still pours out waves of undead creatures continuously. The already precarious Glacial World wails under this immense pressure, the mirrored surface of the upper glacier shatters, and hurricanes roar, traversing the interconnected ice caverns, emitting a dull yet deafening boom. An indescribable sense of oppression fills the air, suffocating the demigods stationed here. This pressure comes not only from the endless undead army but also from the dozens of demigods standing high in the sky, especially the slender and elongated figure standing in front. The Judge, the Spirit-eating Crow Saine! Without the authority of Hades, Saine still wields the authority of a Proxy demigod, making her influential wherever in the Divine Nation. Her presence brings tremendous pressure to the entire sixth layer. Only a Subsidiary God can counter another Subsidiary God! The demigod stationed here hesitates not for a moment, retreating while signaling the lead brother, warning that Saine is leading her army into the sixth layer and needs immediate reinforcement. Or rather, he did, but hesitated and didn’t appear immediately. As a colleague, Saine knew well of Grew’s temperament, mild-mannered, giving the false impression of being easy-going, like kicking into a cotton ball. But if you kick again, kick several more times, Grew won’t be able to bear it. When Saine’s troops occupied the entire sixth layer of the glacier, darkness tore apart, and eight black as ink columns struck down from the sky, shattering the Ice Field into fragments, hurricane storms swept the occupied undead army into disarray. In an instant, all caverns were rendered useless. Black light pierced through the shadow looming high, revealing a figure clad in a white robe. A man with short black hair, looking young and handsome, perhaps born to smile, his lips naturally curved with a sunny smile. Behind the white robe, a black inverted triangle extended eight black energy tentacles, like a spider’s eight legs, firmly rooted on the ground, sensing every move in the entire world. “Saine, this is not what we agreed upon.” Grew looked helpless, thoughts converging into a line, communicating: “Xizor acquired the most authority, he is closest to the Throne of Death, already occupying the most central The Only Cosmos and The Eternal Hall, he is the primary enemy, us fighting will only make him the ultimate winner.” “No, I no longer desire the Divine Throne, now I just want to awaken the Goddess.” Saine replied coldly. “Such a loud slogan, it makes me feel ashamed, almost believed it.” Grew chuckled with a hint of sarcasm. As he laughed, Grew suddenly couldn’t smile anymore, his expression froze on his face, pupils contracted, because in shock, he became much more spirited. “Saine, where did your authority go?” Grew exclaimed in shock: “Did Rone seize your authority? I heard you sealed the eighth layer and fought him, you actually didn’t win… No, you actually gave up the Divine Throne!” Speaking, he shook his head repeatedly: “Impossible, had you been able to give up the Divine Throne, you would’ve long ago, unless Rone could beat you to kneel and beg for mercy, removing your prideful dignity, only then you might sit down and listen to him seriously…” Grew’s eyes widened in horror: “It’s Xizor, he got your authority, you allied with him!” “So much nonsense, you’re still the same as before, always overthinking every day.” Saine sneered: “As you said, Xizor got my authority, now he is the strongest. What will you do, willingly surrender your authority, or fight to the death, until the authority is extracted after your demise?” Grew’s face alternated between blue and white, after pondering for a moment, he turned and ran. He ran headlong into an invisible barrier. While Grew was rambling, the sixth layer of the glacier was sealed off, unable to enter or exit, the entire space of the world solidified into one entity. Grew was taken aback for a moment, then again. Sealing the sixth layer required the authority of Hades, he thought it was Xizor coming to attack, but upon closer sensing, the other’s authority was limited, not much stronger than his, definitely couldn’t be Xizor with two-thirds authority. Saine handed over her authority but not to Xizor! “Could it really be Rone…” Grew exclaimed incredulously, unable to fathom what skills Rone possessed to defeat Saine, making her willingly give up the Divine Throne. Amidst the gray shadow, a figure strode out, breaking the surrounding space, dragging mirrored fragments. Upon seeing the newcomer’s appearance, Grew looked astonished: “It’s you… Death Knight Wayne?!” Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel(ꜰ)ire.net “You indeed know me…” Wayne gazed intently at the black-haired young man opposite, summoning the Shadowmare with a flick of his hand, unleashing the authority pressure of Hades, making his already potent strength give an illusion of the Goddess of Death descending.