Irene could be seen standing within a battlefield. She didn’t even need to fight; she simply walked as though the Rogue Planet had been created for her alone. Demons and Angels lost their vitality for reasons unknown to them, while members of the Acarnis Galaxy simply felt their stamina rejuvenate and their injuries close as they fought, allowing them to hold the upper hand with increasing ease.

The weaker Angels, Demons, and other races from the Divinora Galaxy simply died outright as their vitality was sapped away without them even surviving a few seconds. Their bodies withered where they stood, collapsing lifelessly before they could even comprehend what was happening to them.

And needless to say, a few stronger Demons and Angels had identified Irene as the problem, so they immediately attacked. Various types of attacks immediately tore towards her, attacks powerful enough to kill any healer where they stood. But Irene wasn’t any ordinary healer; she didn’t even need to block. Reality itself seemed to shield her on its own, and every attack was simply erased before it could make contact with her body.

Irene’s passive state didn’t just heal people, no, it also cleansed. The Chaos Energy and Faith Energy that clung to the air like a choking plague were immediately cleansed and purified without her actively having to do anything. The corrupted atmosphere that had stained the battlefield was restored with every step she took, leaving behind an area so pure that even breathing within it felt revitalizing.

Seeing their long-range attacks vanish into nothingness, Demons and Angels who had vitality to spare immediately closed the distance in a blur, their weapons tearing towards Irene from every conceivable angle.

Irene simply activated her Reversion ability, and instantly everything paused in motion as though she had halted time itself. Then, as though time itself had begun to reverse, the Angels and Demons immediately felt their bodies, energy, and power vanish in real time. The power they had cultivated for years disappeared before their eyes, their body sizes reducing until they became infants.

Their eyes could only widen in pure horror and shock. They wanted to move, to teleport, to flee, but what movement could they even make as babies?

Irene stared down at them. Although she wasn’t a baby killer, the people she was looking at weren’t babies. They didn’t bear innocence, nor the curious eyes of children opening themselves to the world for the first time. No, these babies bore hatred, malice, and wickedness that had survived the reversal of their bodies.

She simply infused their infant forms with immense vitality, and their bodies exploded into chunks of flesh, golden blood, and black blood.

Those who had witnessed the horror moved backwards, each person retreating as they didn’t want to experience what they had just witnessed. They were still trying to process the fact that they were losing vitality by the second, and now they were being shown that they could be reduced to infants and erased just as easily. It simply made no sense to them. Their understanding of power was being shattered before their eyes.

But Irene wasn’t done. Anthony, her grandson, had practically flooded her with skill books and abilities. Wasn’t this the perfect place to test them? If not here, then where else? There was no better battlefield, no better collection of enemies, and no better opportunity to familiarize herself with the countless abilities she had recently obtained.

"Thinking of running?" Irene spoke, her tone still calm like that of a healer, but to the Demons, she was the Demon here.

She immediately raised her hand, and her mana rumbled outwards. The next moment, every Demon and Angel within a ten-kilometre radius found themselves standing before her as she utilized a skill. Before they could even blink, she vanished from where she stood, her body flickering through their numbers at incomprehensible speeds.

Whenever she passed, heads were separated from necks, blood splattered through the air, and limbs were severed with frightening precision. Yet the corpses couldn’t even hit the ground, as both the living and the dead remained frozen in place under one of her abilities.

The next instant, Irene finally came to a halt. The moment she did, she deactivated her ability, and with that, a symphony that seemed almost like a choir hymn echoed outwards as corpses dropped to the ground with rhythmic, musical thuds, as though a conductor had been present to compose the entire performance.

The battlefield transformed into a stage, and death itself became part of the melody.

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Far away, Collins, ever the overprotective husband, watched his wife with a smile on his face. When he had first been teleported here, the very first thing he had done was look for his wife, immediately abandoning everyone else and completely forgetting that he had both a son and a grandson. Neither of whom, by the way, he had bothered to search for after finding Irene.

He didn’t feel like participating in this fight. He could simply sit back and watch his wife tear through the enemy forces as though they were nothing more than weeds in a garden. As he was admiring his wife, a Demon immediately appeared from nowhere, the number 2 imprinted upon his forehead.

But before the Demon could even unleash an attack, the dark sky rumbled violently, and from it, a thick rainbow-coloured Heavenly Lightning bolt tore downward with deafening speed and a booming sound that shook the surrounding landscape.

The Demon immediately abandoned the attack he was about to unleash, as he had no choice but to dodge. The Demon moved with shock coursing through his bloodstream as he couldn’t understand how a mere Human was capable of summoning a Heavenly Judgement.

The moment he reappeared on the ground, the Heavenly Judgement consumed him whole. He had dodged, but it was futile. After all, Collins’ attack tracked one Existence and one Existence alone.

The Rank 2 Demon Monarch tried to resist and stay alive, but was the Heavenly Judgement truly so resistible? If it were, it wouldn’t be feared throughout countless worlds and dimensions. The Demon Monarch was reduced to literally nothing. No charred corpse remained, no blood stained the earth, only pure devastation that stretched across kilometres upon kilometres.

A Rank 2 Demon Monarch that had lived for eons was wiped out just like that by a man who simply wanted to watch his wife perform.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Collins didn’t even spare the Demon Monarch a single glance. Of course, he had sensed the Demon Monarch’s attack, but he simply couldn’t be bothered to react to it physically.

For a moment, Collins was tempted to unleash Heavenly Judgement upon the entire Rogue Planet, but after thinking about it for a while, he abandoned the idea. Watching his wife seemed like a far more productive activity.

Irene seemed to sense his gaze. She raised her crimson eyes towards him and waved. Collins simply waved back and blew her a kiss. Irene simply shook her head and returned to healing people. After all, not everyone was as overpowered as the Null family, Anthony’s friends, or his subordinates.

Collins remained where he was, various Demons and Faith Energy beings attacking him once in a while, only to be wiped out of reality by the Heavens themselves. To him, the battlefield wasn’t a battlefield at all. It was merely a place where he could sit peacefully and watch the woman he loved do what she did best.

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