The Underworld was completely finished.
The cracks across the land of Tartarus kept spreading, finally splitting the entire Elysian Fields in two. The enormous fissure cut across the whole land like an invisible blade slicing through this artificial continent. After the Elysian Fields broke apart, the crack crossed the dried-up River of Pain and spread to the barren wilderness at the edge of the Underworld...
Scorching magma erupted from deep within the earth. Countless steam columns hundreds of meters high burst from the smaller fissures, while broad stretches of rock collapsed into the endless void below. Roaring energy storms surged up from the depths, and the once-solid land of the Underworld rippled like a layer of melting butter before collapsing into the abyss.
Cronus led the Ancient Monsters in fleeing this rapidly collapsing world. They clung tightly to the equally unstable Underworld Tower and quickly climbed toward Mount Olympus above.
The giants moved slowly at first glance, but driven by their enormous limbs, every step carried them dozens of meters. Their seemingly leisurely climb was actually faster than the collapse of the Underworld Tower. Destruction had already been left far behind them.
Hao Ren glanced at the situation below. After a simple assessment, he found that his group was still moving through the passage faster than the Titans were climbing. The latter posed no threat to them. After confirming this, he exhaled and asked curiously, "Can they really climb all the way up Mount Olympus like this?"
Hassu glanced upward. The group had already begun passing through the spatial opening at the top of the Underworld. It was an extremely broad, lightning-shaped crack, and the opening alone was several kilometers thick. "They can—as long as they maintain their current speed. This passage is essentially just a rapid-transport conduit. The spatial