Donnie blasted open the path leading straight to the underworld, his expression solemn.
Sure enough, before this mysterious realm, even ordinary Eighth Level beings would struggle to move forward. Choosing to enter this place only after reaching the Quasi-Ninth Level had been the right decision.
Donnie had been pondering what this world truly was, what purpose it existed for, and why it possessed that mysterious force capable of drawing in souls.
And there was the person he had always suspected—was it really the one he knew...?
As he considered these questions, Donnie's mind remained taut, and his mood had already grown heavy.
Then some idiot blocked his path.
Trash who called himself Hades.
"Never heard of you. Get lost!" Donnie said coldly.
Hades? The God of the Underworld from Greek mythology? What use was that? Donnie had directly or indirectly slaughtered countless pantheons. A mere Multiversal God was not worth mentioning.
Hades's face immediately stiffened. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "It seems you have no idea what the underworld represents. Before the underworld, even you have no right to act so arrogantly..."
"It is enough that I can act arrogantly in front of you. Move!"
Donnie threw a punch. Terrifying energy compressed to an unprecedented degree, tearing apart the passage ahead as it crashed toward Hades.
"How dare you!! Are all gods from the outside world this hot-tempered these days?!!!"
Hades was both shocked and furious. With a roar, he gathered his powerful divine power around himself and stood directly in Donnie's path, trying to block the blow—but he failed, and was sent flying by the punch along with it.
His chest caved in deeply at once, and the surging divine power surrounding him was forcibly scattered.
As he flew backward, Donnie had already shot forward, stepping