Hades's Desperate Last Stand

The atmosphere in the Pure Land fell silent at once.

Yota had forcibly shattered the Wailing Wall through sheer brute strength, leaving even the well-traveled Athena and Hades unable to believe what they had seen.

After all, Earth possessed barriers that restricted power, and Hades's lair, the Underworld, naturally lacked no such barriers. Moreover, due to the long-term seepage of the Cosmos of Hades, the various Underworld Saints, and even many gods hidden within the Underworld, its intensity far surpassed that of Earth.

Otherwise, it could not possibly accommodate so many Saints, Underworld Saints, and even gods in battle. Shatter the Wailing Wall through brute force alone? To put it bluntly, without the privilege of God Cosmo, even Athena and Hades together might not have been able to accomplish such a thing with their own destructive power.

"What kind of monster is this? Athena, is this your trump card?" Hades seemed to gradually recover from his shock, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Yota.

Unfortunately, Yota did not even acknowledge him. Instead, he patted his chest. "That's great! I was really worried that after the Underworld was destroyed, the whole Earth would turn into a night parade of a hundred demons!"

"Damn it! Who gave you permission to ignore a god?" Annoyance appeared on Hades's face. With a casual wave, the Divine Cloth still worn by Shun turned into a stream of light and draped itself over him once more.

Yota had actually been quite tempted to intercept those Divine Cloths and see Hades's expression afterward. Just imagining a fully armed Athena facing an unarmed Hades—he wondered what kind of expression Hades would wear in such a completely lopsided situation.

However, Athena had not made a move to stop it either, so Yota naturally did nothing. After all,