The sky trembled as the unimaginable unfolded. There was no need for Lucifer to explain what was happening—every being present understood it in the very next second, as they witnessed the landmass of the Eighth Layer, which formed the very ceiling of the Ninth, begin to fall.

They were literally seeing the sky collapse upon them, ready to crush every single life form under the weight of a thousand suns.

"Madman!" Lucifer roared, his voice filled with fury and disbelief. He had anticipated countless countermeasures and knew well that the True Depravita of Wrath was resourceful, but this—this was beyond madness. To collapse an entire layer of Hell and send it crashing down into another realm defied all logic. And yet, it was happening before their very eyes.

"No! This can’t be happening!" Beelzebub shouted, his voice shaking as disbelief consumed him.

The ones that felt the deepest and most suffocating dread were no other than the Gods. Their hearts trembled with an overwhelming sense of doom.

They could not escape.

By forging their Divine Kingdoms within the Ninth Layer, they had gained access to its vast reserves of energy and Origin Power, the key behind their ability to face Lords enhanced by Devil Bloodlines and Demon Souls.

However, in doing so, the Angel Gods had also bound themselves to its fate. That had never been a concern before—no one had ever imagined that the Ninth Layer of Hell itself could face destruction. Yet now, with the Eighth Layer collapsing above it, annihilation loomed inevitable.

The horror etched on the faces of Archangels, Devil Paragons, and Gods alike filled Vlad with a fierce, almost savage satisfaction. Losing the Ninth Layer would undoubtedly deal a devastating blow to Hell’s foundation, potentially causing consequences that could echo far into the future.

There was even a chance that the entire realm could implode in a few thousand years due to the damage to the foundation.

But Vlad did not care.

He did not need eternity.

He needed only a few decades—a stronghold capable of protecting his people while he faced the coming storm of the Ancient Ones.

For that goal, eight layers would suffice.

A thunderous crack split the heavens.

The landmass of the Eighth Layer, vast as an entire Supreme World, fractured under its own weight. It was impossible to hold together. Massive fissures spread rapidly, and colossal chunks—some as large as moons—broke away, falling faster than the rest.

Vlad’s smile widened.

The sky itself had become his weapon.

Gargantuan meteoric fragments rained down upon the Ninth Layer, obliterating everything in their path.

"Stop it!" Lucifer’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. He was the first to recover from the shock. "We still have a chance! If we can slow the collapse of the Eighth Layer’s landmass, the Divine Kingdoms can survive this!"

The Archangel of Death’s eyes burned with determination. Failure here meant that the next battlefield would shift to Heaven—and that was something he would never allow.

Zamael, Rafael, and Beelzebub immediately nodded, their energies erupting as they shot toward the falling sky. The Gods followed closely behind, their divine power blazing brighter than ever. This battle would determine whether they lived or died.

As for the Devils and the twisted souls released from the Styx River, they were irrelevant in a catastrophe of this magnitude. The gravitational forces unleashed by the falling landmass were so immense that anything caught near it would be torn apart instantly.

Vlad’s smile faded, replaced by pure killing intent and absolute focus.

He extended his hand, summoning Longinus. The Supreme God Weapon pulsed with overwhelming power as he inhaled deeply, pushing his strength to its absolute limit.

Then he stepped forward.

At once, the White Death and the Antimatter Doppelgänger appeared at his side, followed by the Lords of the Six Sun Alliance. Humans, dragons, and amazons alike radiated killing intent, their power surging to unprecedented heights.

The previous battle had been a devastating blow, but none of that mattered now.

Victory was within reach.

Their hearts burned with an indomitable will—a resolve that transcended fear and doubt. Today, they were not merely fighting for survival. They were carving their names into eternity.

A million years into the future, even if their bodies and souls had long faded, their legend would endure. They would be remembered as the warriors who stood against both Archangels and Devils, battling amidst the collapse of Hell itself.

They would become myth.

Their names would echo through the ages.

Then the two forces collided.

An explosion of unimaginable scale erupted, painting the collapsing sky in a storm of colors. Entire continents shattered and fell as the clash of power reverberated across the realms.

Vlad and Lucifer met in direct combat.

Spear and scythe collided, unleashing a cataclysmic shockwave. Space and antimatter clashed against the very essence of death itself. Lucifer’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the immense growth in Vlad’s power since their last encounter in Heaven.

But that only fueled his killing intent further.

Their weapons moved faster than light, each strike aimed at the other’s vital points. The sheer force of their clash pushed them apart—only for them to lunge at each other again in the next instant.

Nearby, the Antimatter Doppelgänger, controlled by Overlord, engaged Rafael in a brutal battle. Wielding Excalibur and Durendal, both infused with antimatter, Overlord unleashed devastating strikes that overpowered the stasis flames of the Quietus Sword. At the same time, volleys of divine weapons rained down upon the Archangel.

Elsewhere, the White Death clashed with Beelzebub, his eyes filled with cold determination. This would be the Devil Paragon’s final battle.

Across the battlefield, the Lords of the Six Sun Alliance—led by Merlin and Ankil—fought with relentless fury against the Gods, their attacks driven by desperation and resolve.

Yet even amidst their overwhelming resistance, one enemy broke through.

Zamael.

The Archangel of Gravity surged forward, reaching the falling landmass itself. His eyes blazed with power as he extended his hand toward the massive structure.

Gravity was his domain.

If anyone could halt the collapse, it was him.