Above the ground.
Countless demon armies crawled out of the ground裂缝, roaring and charging fearlessly towards the Angel army, which was approaching like a mountain and a tsunami.
The Angel armies were like precise killing machines; even when pierced by demons, they showed no expression, swinging their Angel Swords to cut off the demons' heads.
Angels and demons fought relentlessly.
If not for the Angels having obvious wings, it would have been almost impossible to distinguish, for a moment, who was a demon and who was an Angel.
And in the sky.
Hawk, clad in the black phoenix underworld armor, his body burning with black Phoenix Flames, calmly looked at the six-winged birdman before him.
The six-winged birdman in front was wearing sacred light armor, with three pairs of wings behind him that, with each flap, scattered sacred radiance bright enough to blind, and he held a golden Sword of Light.
The six-winged birdman had a perfect face, his Sword of Light pointed directly at Hawk, and his voice, like a chorus of billions, was solemn and majestic, yet so cold it could freeze the lava of Hell.
"My name is Michael!"
"..."
Hawk raised an eyebrow, listening to the six-winged birdman introduce himself.
Who?
Michael?
The legendary Archangel.
Just as Hawk was thinking, the voice of the six-winged birdman, or rather, Michael, once again resonated like a mixture of the wailing of billions of souls and a holy hymn, making the entire space hum.
"Heretic, who consorts with demons, only purification can cleanse your sins."
"By you?"
Hawk snapped back, looking at Michael, who had threatened to purify him. Beneath the faceplate, his exposed eyes shimmered with black Phoenix Flames: "Did I tell you that before I came, I just chopped up your Master?"
Michael's golden pupils contracted.
"Judgment!"
Michael swung the sharp sword in his hand directly at Hawk.
This was not a physical swing, but a torrent composed of the purest energy, carrying the will of divine judgment. Wherever the torrent passed, even space emitted a mournful cry of being torn apart!
Hawk's right fist also blasted out.
"Limit—Sonic Punch!!"
"Boom—"
One after another, black phoenixes roared out from Hawk's fist, colliding with Michael's surging torrent of energy like a tide, emitting a roaring sound that made the Hell Dimension tremble.
The next moment.
A terrifying explosion erupted.
A bursting Impact was generated at the moment the two energy streams collided, then roared outwards in all directions and downwards towards the ground.
Kuang!
On the ground, as the Impact roared in, the Angels and demons caught in the melee directly beneath Hawk and Michael were impartially torn apart into blood mist. Even the ground seemed to be suddenly pressed down by an invisible pair of large hands by about three meters.
Hawk and Michael were also sent flying backward by the Impact.
The next moment!
Michael's six wings fully spread, then suddenly vibrated, and countless blazing White feathers shot towards Hawk like a fierce storm.
"Accept the holy judgment!"
"Accept your mother!"
Simple profanity, ultimate pleasure.
Hawk also stabilized his body the moment he flew backward, then crossed his arms over his chest, his Little Universe burning fiercely. A dark Phoenix also emerged from his fist, then soared with flapping wings!
"Phoenix Wings Soaring!"
"Boom—"
Crimson energy torrents and Michael's blazing White energy torrents furiously collided and exploded in the air, with Impacts continuously appearing and expanding in a ring shape.
The entire Hell Dimension was constantly shaking and trembling.
Below, Mephisto, clutching his bleeding wound, watched Hawk, who was fiercely fighting Michael above, with both pain and joy.
The pain was because this was his territory.
The joy was because Hawk was indeed trustworthy, knowing his ally was in trouble, and even flew here from Earth to support him.
In summary!
Mephisto roared excitedly.
"Hawk, come on, kill this birdman."
"Shut up!"
Hawk, who was fighting Michael in the sky, heard Mephisto's roar from the sidelines. Thinking of Blood God Madola's words, he thought Mephisto had also joined the battlefield. His mind wavered, and Michael seized an opening.
Puff!
The Sword of Light, forged from billions of souls, slashed across Hawk's right arm, instantly piercing through the armguard. Golden-tinged blood splattered from the wound.
Hawk instantly retreated and reprimanded Mephisto, who was roaring encouragement below.
Mephisto, with one horn broken, instantly fell silent.
Hawk then looked at Michael, who held his Sword of Light low and continuously flapped his six wings.
If the three four-winged Angels he had just killed had combat power infinitely close to a Silver Saint, then the six-winged Angel Michael in front of him had combat power infinitely close to a Gold Saint.
His combat power was on par with Hawk's when he wasn't fully unleashing his Little Universe.
But... there was still a gap between 'infinite' and 'infinite'.
If Hawk, after unleashing his Little Universe, could push his combat power to 99.9% of a Gold Saint, just a step away from comprehending the Seventh Sense, then Michael in front of him was equivalent to only about 90% of a Gold Saint.
Therefore!
Yes.
Although Hawk was burning his Little Universe earlier, he hadn't gone all out.
Because he was still suspicious that all of this was Mephisto and Jehovah playing a double act for him.
Just as Blood God Madola had previously said, how he had easily trusted Mephisto's words, leading to him being killed by Mephisto and Jehovah together.
So, although Hawk was fighting Michael, his Sixth Sense had penetrated into the giant sword behind him. Then, just as Mephisto roared his encouragement, Hawk's Sixth Sense also captured a familiar and unforgettable scent from deep within Michael's soul, a scent he had encountered not long ago.
This made him momentarily dazed.
This was also why he was struck by Michael's sword.
But now?
Hawk stared at Michael, a hint of mockery appearing in his eyes, which were the only part visible beneath his faceplate.
"Should I call you Michael?"
"Or should I call you..."
"Madola?"
Michael, with lightly flapping six wings, lowered his golden eyes slightly, glancing at Hawk's blood on his Sword of Light. Hearing Hawk's words, a mocking smile also appeared on his perfect face. Then, his wings folded, and he plunged towards Hawk like a meteor.
"Heretic, accept the holy judgment!"
"Holy Sword!"
Michael's long sword was in front, his speed like a meteor, as if he had become one with the Sword of Light in his hand, pointing directly at Hawk's Heart, vowing to pierce him.
Hawk neither dodged nor avoided.
Almost at the moment Michael's sword tip was about to touch him, the black flames around his body exploded, sweeping around, while his Little Universe also strangely fluctuated. His right hand, as if passing through time and space, suddenly pointed his index finger at Michael's glabella.
"Accept fear!"
"Phoenix Phantom Demon Fist!"
"Duang!"
A formless, intangible yet immensely powerful torrent of intent, completely formed by the explosion of the Little Universe and the emergence of the Phoenix Heart, condensing countless pains, despairs, hatreds, and madness, blasted out from Hawk's index finger, instantly piercing Michael's mental barrier and exploding directly within Michael's soul.
In Michael's golden eyes, he seemed to see the fall of Heaven, the extinguishing of holy light, and countless Angels falling—a fear stemming from the depths of his own soul that he didn't even want to think about.
This infinite fear was infinitely magnified under the Phoenix Phantom Demon Fist.
So much so that Michael, like Hawk who had just been disturbed by Mephisto, suffered a fatal pause in his movements.
Hawk also seized this flaw.
The next second.
As Hawk withdrew his right index finger, it instantly formed a fist. At the moment the Black Phoenix projection appeared, and after the Black Phoenix perfectly merged with him again, he threw a seemingly ordinary punch.
"Phoenix Wings Soaring!"
The fist struck Michael's Sword of Light directly. The latter shattered in response, but the force of the punch did not diminish, slamming hard into the armor of light on Michael's body.
"Crack—"
The sound of Michael's armor of light cracking was clear and heartbreaking.
But!
The punch did not stop, unyielding, it pierced through Michael's armor and awakened Michael's slumbering mind.
Michael's clear, cold eyes lowered, rapidly contracting as he watched the right fist, covered in golden blood, embedded in his chest, grasping an incredibly familiar, beating Heart.
"This is..."
"My Heart!"
Michael murmured, then, the six pristine wings behind him began to wither, shattering into pieces. Even his body began to become transparent at this moment.
The next moment.
Michael, whose physical body died but soul did not, became a holy soul that transformed into a stream of light the moment his body turned transparent, soaring and roaring, attempting to escape Hell.
If an Angel's soul stayed in Hell for too long, it would also be defiled by the aura of Hell and transform into a Fallen Angel.
But just as Michael's soul was about to fly to the edge of the Hell Dimension.
Boom!
The projection of the Underworld appeared, the Black Phoenix opened its eyes, and then, amidst Michael's sharp cries, it sucked Michael, who had walked into a trap, into the Nether-狱 of the Underworld.
At the same time!
Crack!
Hawk turned his head to look. With Michael's Death, the massive greatsword floating above the Hell Dimension also developed a crack. The crack spread at a visible speed, quickly reaching every corner of the greatsword.
Bang!
The greatsword shattered, and with its shattering, the sacred aura that seemed specifically designed to counter the powers of Hell also vanished in an instant.
"Roar!"
"Kill them!"
"Jie jie jie!"
With the return of the Hell power, no longer suppressed, the situation instantly reversed.
This time, it was the Angel armies' turn to flee.
But the Angel armies did not.
They still tried to kill the demons, acting exactly like cold machines.
The Angel armies sang hymns.
Then—
They were engulfed by the demon tide!
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