Back at the Rogue Planet, two days had already passed. Although many were at the Planetary level, they weren’t immortals or anything of the sort; their stamina ran out, their mana dried up, and their potions were exhausted. Many who weren’t Planetary-level individuals also existed. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

People panted, their bodies covered in injuries of various shapes, sizes, and depths. Many screamed in pain as countless others continued to die while the battle raged on and on. Corpses piled up endlessly; tens, hundreds, thousands, millions. Angels, Demons, Humans, Dragons, and races from both sides fought to the bitter end.

It was simply a bloodbath in every sense of the word, as a huge portion of the Rogue Planet was now stained by the blood of the fallen. Blood pooled together from different beings, forming rivers and lakes of crimson that stretched across shattered landscapes and ruined terrain.

Even Irene had her limits. She healed as much as she could, yet she didn’t just heal people; she also restored mana and fought as much as she could while Demons and Angels surrounded her from every direction. She even went as far as resurrecting those she could so they could rejoin the battle, only for many of them to die once again moments later.

Although she was overpowered and absurdly broken in terms of abilities, even she couldn’t heal and sustain a battlefield of such scale by herself. The burden was simply too great, the casualties too numerous, and the demands placed upon her abilities too overwhelming.

Of course, there were other healers, but none of them were her. None possessed the ability to steal vitality, heal reality itself, or purge Faith Energy and Chaos Energy merely by existing on the battlefield.

At this point, even Aaaninja, Lucian, Aura Nova, Kingsley, and Anthony’s subordinates had all gotten serious, each of them executing one overpowered ability and technique after another. Every attack they unleashed reshaped portions of the battlefield, tearing apart enemies in vast numbers and preventing entire fronts from collapsing.

If it weren’t for them, the Acarnis Galaxy would have surely lost. After all, the Demons, Angels, and beings of the Divinora Galaxy were working together. One side represented an entire Galaxy, while the other consisted of almost all the Demons within the Abyssal Realm, both joining forces.

Realistically, there was no way the races of the Acarnis Galaxy could win this. But Anthony’s friends, subordinates, and parents held everything together, their presence balancing the scales that should have long since tilted in the opposition’s favor. Time and time again, they stepped into impossible situations and somehow prevented complete disaster.

But even they didn’t possess infinite stamina or mana. Still, they cheated their way through it all through their various broken abilities, absurd talents, and ridiculous methods of sustaining themselves in battle.

Weapons clashed, various types of abilities flared forward, and explosions rocked the Planet as a whole. The Rogue Planet shook to the point that it seemed as though it could no longer contain everything taking place upon its surface.

Truly, Anthony had done well by sealing everyone within this particular Planet, because if these battles had happened outside and within the Void of the Acarnis Galaxy, the devastation would have been catastrophic. The lives lost would have been uncountable at that point, becoming nothing more than an endless string of numbers impossible to comprehend.

The people of the Acarnis Galaxy couldn’t understand why the Divinora Galaxy and the Demons were working together. But they set the matter aside and fought. Questions could wait until later. Survival came first, and victory was the only acceptable outcome.

These past two days had been special in a sense. They showed that people were patriotic. They showed that they were willing to die for their homes, willing to band together and fight against foreign enemies, and willing to sacrifice everything they possessed.

Races that couldn’t stand each other now worked together.

People who, in a normal fight, would flee the moment they were losing or about to die, or activate their trump cards and escape, did none of that. No, they roared out various war cries at the peak of their lungs. If they were about to die, they simply donated their mana cores to ensure mutual destruction.

Their unity came only when slavery and extinction were on the line.

Suddenly, the balance of the scales, the equilibrium itself, immediately shattered. As for why? The answer was simple. The people of the Divinora Galaxy all received a single piece of feedback within their subconscious that shook them to the bone, news that shook their Faith, news that seemed impossible.

Their God had fallen.

To them, it was preposterous in every sense of the word. They understood just how strong their God was. He made the untalented immensely talented and bestowed power and abilities as though they were nothing.

Although they couldn’t believe it, the news caused every being within the Divinora Galaxy to freeze for a moment or less. The length of their shock didn’t matter; on a battlefield like this, there was no space or time to hesitate, freeze, or pause.

So the moment they received the news, the people of the Acarnis Galaxy immediately capitalized on it. There was no way they could let such an opportunity slip through their fingers. Many Angels and people of the Divinora Galaxy perished instantly.

Those who remained alive or managed to react in time seemed to become frantic as they screamed a single word: IMPOSSIBLE.

Their attacks seemed to transform from displays of finesse and calmness into manifestations of desperation and madness. Formations became disorganized, coordination faltered, and many of them appeared to be fighting on instinct alone.

At first, people didn’t understand what had happened, but later on, they all arrived at the same conclusion: their stupid God had died. That realization only made them elated, the news granting them renewed stamina as adrenaline surged through their bodies and pushed them further and further.

As for the Demons, they were confused, wondering why the Angels and the Divinora fanatics were suddenly behaving so strangely. But it didn’t take long for them to receive their own news: the Demon King had died.

Of course, the news also left them stunned and shocked to the core, creating another opening that the people of the Acarnis Galaxy immediately capitalized on. But unlike the people of the Divinora Galaxy, the Demons wore huge smiles. To them, this wasn’t merely big news; it was excellent news.

It meant that the seat of the Demon King was now empty. It meant someone could now rule the Abyss. It meant they could return and loot the Demon King’s castle. It meant old ambitions could finally be pursued and ancient rivalries could be settled. Most importantly, it meant they could abandon the battlefield and no longer needed to follow any more stupid orders.

The cooperation between the Demons and the Divinora Galaxy immediately collapsed as the Demons instantly changed their actions and tactics. What had once been a united front fractured in the span of moments, and the battlefield descended into even greater chaos as countless Demons began acting according to their own desires, interests, and ambitions rather than following a common objective.