The True Depravita of Wrath's expression was cold, merciless, and utterly devoid of hesitation as he flew at his top speed right above the surface, the speed he carried so immense that all the Angels and buildings on his path were obliterated, with shock waves sending those nearby flying away.
And that was far from all.
Above him, thousands upon thousands of golden portals manifested in the sky. From them, god weapons rained down like a divine storm, each strike precise and merciless. Cities were erased in seconds. Angel legions vanished beneath the barrage, their deaths coming faster than screams could form.
Every second, tens of thousands of angels died.
Unlike the First Level, Vlad advanced at terrifying speed this time. Entire regions were annihilated before Heaven's forces could fully mobilize. Many angels were left behind—those who had managed to hide or flee beyond the reach of the god-weapon rain.
Vlad did not pursue them.
They were irrelevant.
