Fighting the Archangel Again

As expected, an angel appeared. She stood silently, gripping a greatsword in her right hand, and stared at the four strongest legends with a sharp, serious gaze.

"Get out of the way!" the Archangel commanded them.

"We can't," the four of them replied in unison.

They stood on the very last step, taking a fighting stance.

In the end, a difficult battle was unavoidable. The Archangel was forced to fight, and she certainly couldn't waste time, so she immediately unleashed her full power to get rid of those who were blocking her path.

Azazel with his various spells, the Immortal Warrior with his sword, Nephilim with ice and light magic, and the Wandering King with his fists.

Dawn broke after the Archangel successfully fended off all four of their attacks.

The Archangel was overwhelmed by them, but in the end, she still won the fight.

Hovering in the air, her three pairs of wings flapped, shedding a few feathers. Her breath was ragged, but she held on, still gripping her blood-covered sword.

Meanwhile, Azazel, Nephilim, and the Immortal Warrior sat with severe injuries. Their bodies even trembled.

The Wandering King, on the other hand, was only slightly exhausted. Although he didn't appear to be wounded, the Archangel's attacks did have an impact on him.

"I told you to get out of the way, didn't I?"

Slowly, she descended, stepping on the first to third steps with her wings still spread.

The Archangel paused on the third step and asked, "Are you sure you want to let me pass, Wandering King? I'm going to kill Devourer Destiny."

"Unlike them, who currently only have less than 20% of their power left, you still have plenty of strength that could take me down," the Archangel said.

"Where is your sword? Why weren't you serious when you fought me? Do you want him to die?" She added, questioning.

The Wandering King merely smiled for a moment before finally answering, "Sky World will be destroyed if I swing my sword."

The Archangel grunted. She then moved again toward the third layer.

Upon entering the third layer, she found the back of Devourer Destiny, who was sitting, his body bound by many chains imbued with the power of the Laws of Gravity and Time.

The God of Emptiness, who stood before him, was now exerting the power of another law: the Law of Karma.

As the name "Karma" suggests, every action Devourer Destiny had ever taken against the gods before this would now come back to him.

All forms of power relentlessly assaulted his body without any pause. This brutal Law of Karma clearly wouldn't allow Devourer Destiny to rise again anytime soon.

However, that thought vanished when Devourer Destiny unleashed all of his devouring power. An ancient spell from the old world appeared on the surface—right beside him. Along with a dark aura of death, it billowed out like smoke, filling the third layer of the Upper Realm.

His glowing red eyes and tensed muscles returned. He stood up again, attacking the God of Emptiness fiercely, with claws that grew long like an enraged monster.

"Raaaaaarrrghhh!!!"

His loud roar echoed into the sky. His claws not only tore through the god's body but also destroyed the stairs leading to the second layer.

The bright, clear dawn sky now turned into a blood-red, thick sky, which once again caused panic for everyone.

Devourer Destiny had landed a perfect strike, but he showed no mercy. He swung his claws again, but the attack was blocked by the Archangel's sword.

"Hurry, get out of here!" the Archangel told the dying God of Emptiness to leave.

"Don't get in my way!" Mahendra shouted.

Even though he was blocked by the sword's blade, he was still able to push it with incredible force.

The ground beneath them couldn't hold any longer, especially after being affected by his power and that of the gods before.

As a result, they both fell together, floating in the air while launching attacks without a break.

"You want to have another sword duel with me?!" Mahendra exclaimed.

A black sword reappeared in his hand, and the battle in the air was truly relentless. Once again, they viciously attacked each other.

Blades clashed, slicing through the sky. The remnants of the slashes from the sword tips that didn't hit them, even as thin as a thread, easily tore through the walls that separated each layer of the Upper Realm.

In the midst of their sword fight, the Archangel threw several sparks of light like stars, which then exploded around Mahendra. However, the explosions that caused him burn wounds still didn't stop him at all.

The burns healed quickly; his recovery speed was truly beyond human comprehension.

"Are you really out of control?"

"I am completely aware, Archangel!"

They crashed into the last layer from a great height, creating a massive explosion that swept across the field of flowers. A strong wind blew, followed by orange flames that devoured everything they touched.

The once sweet and warm aroma vanished, replaced by a suffocating smell of smoke.

The Archangel's breathing was ragged; her body lay on the ground, holding off the black sword's blade with her trembling sword. 

Above him, Mahendra, also out of breath, continued to push his sword toward the Archangel's neck.

"It seems you are not satisfied. How many times have you killed me? I'm sure you don't even remember."

"Even if I have to die, it must be after you!"

The Archangel kicked Mahendra's right calf, causing him to lose his balance. The Archangel then used that opportunity to swap their positions.

Now, it was Mahendra who was lying down and the Archangel was on top of him. Their positions were reversed, which was not an advantage for Mahendra.

"Devourer Destiny... you have violated the laws of the world. You are a troublemaker, a sinner, and someone who must be eliminated."

"You're rambling. If you all hadn't disturbed me from the beginning, I wouldn't have done all this," Mahendra retorted.

The field was now scorched, burning the grass and flowers that grew there. Even the large tree at the Memory Pool was affected.

The orange flames slowly turned into black flames. The ancient spell that was still present began to vibrate intensely.

Knowing that the situation was not in his favor, Mahendra deliberately let go of the black sword, which caused the Archangel's blade to slash across his chest.

Mahendra spoke with a sharp and cold gaze, "My life and death are not in your hands, but your life and death are in mine."

After the first line, the ancient spell shifted to the Archangel's side.

Shocked by this, the Archangel tried to escape after pulling the sword from Mahendra's chest. However, Mahendra grabbed her right wrist so he couldn't leave, causing the ancient spell to react as it should.

Panic was clearly visible on the Archangel's face, but after a few seconds of black aura staining her face, she changed her expression—lifting the corners of her mouth into a smile.

"Wait!"

Devoured by the power of fate, the Archangel closed her eyes and fell into its embrace.