The sky of Zerathis had completely broken.
Clouds spiraled unnaturally.
Lightning flashed upward instead of down.
Entire mountain ranges split apart beneath the pressure of two monsters colliding at speeds the world itself could barely register.
CLANG!
John's black slime sword collided against Satan's claws.
A storm of sparks exploded across the sky.
CLANG!
SHSSST
Satan twisted midair, his trident scraping against the black blade as both of them vanished and reappeared across the battlefield faster than sound could exist.
Every clash deformed the environment.
Forests vanished.
Landmasses cracked.
Rivers reversed direction from sheer force.
A mountain behind Satan slowly split in half before collapsing into the ocean below.
Satan noticed it.
His crimson eyes widened.
"…what have you DONE?!"
Far below, Alzwalt stood on shattered earth with his hands in his pockets, smiling casually.
"Only the First Hell is left intact."
Silence.
Then Satan's expression distorted completely.
Pure rage.
His demonic aura exploded outward as he lunged downward toward Alzwalt with murderous intent.
"I'LL KILL YOU—"
But before he could descend John appeared beside him instantly.
No sound.
No movement.
Just there.
The black slime sword came down toward Satan's neck.
Satan's instincts screamed.
He twisted violently midair, barely avoiding decapitation as the blade carved through space behind him.
BOOOOOOM!!
The slash split the ground for hundreds of kilometers.
Satan changed direction immediately But John appeared again.
Then again.
Then again.
Everywhere Satan moved John was already there.
Waiting.
Watching.
Hunting.
Satan's pupils shrank.
"Shit,They destroyed my plan…I can't use that technique anymore… not without absorbing at least four levels of hell from this planet…".
"Tch!"
Satan suddenly roared toward the sky.
The air split apart.
Massive demonic gates opened and From within them The Four Apocalypse descended.
Gigantic demonic entities emerged alongside endless armies from the hells of Kael'Ar.
Black wings.
Corrupted armor.
Weapons forged from ruin itself.
The armies flooded the skies like a living plague.
Satan pointed toward John.
"HOLD HIM BACK BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!"
But internally—
Satan's thoughts were spiraling.
"I need to escape".
"Recover and Regain my true body…Just thinking about this pisses me off…".
He immediately began chanting an incantation.
A massive crimson gate started forming behind him.
His domain.
The Hell of Kael'Ar.
His escape route.
Meanwhile John looked at the incoming army.
And moved.
The first apocalypse demon rushed him.
Its head disappeared.
The second tried to cast a curse.
Its torso split apart.
The third screamed.
John's sword passed once.
The scream stopped.
The fourth attempted to block—
And lost both arms instantly.
Satan continued the incantation—
But something felt wrong.
He glanced behind him.
And froze.
From left to right—
His army was being slaughtered at an insane speed.
Not a battle.
Not resistance.
Execution.
Bodies fell endlessly from the sky.
Black blood rained over Zerathis.
John walked through them calmly.
One swing.
Ten dead.
Another step.
Twenty more.
Like death itself had learned how to walk.
And through the chaos—
Satan heard John's voice.
Cold.
Absolute.
"To kill a conceptual being…"
John cut another demon in half.
"…all I have to do…"
Another died.
"…is kill the idea of you."
For the first time in his existence—
Satan hesitated.
A foreign emotion crawled into him.
Not rage.
Not hatred.
Fear.
Real fear.
His chanting faltered.
"…n-no…"
His incantation stuttered.
The gate destabilized.
Satan's face twisted in humiliation.
"I REFUSE—!"
Abandoning escape entirely, he roared and charged John recklessly, all reason drowned by fury and panic.
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
He threw a punch—
But John's fist met his first.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The impact folded the atmosphere.
Satan's face distorted violently from the force.
His head slammed into the ground hard enough to create a massive crater that swallowed entire forests whole.