On the ground.
Countless demon armies crawled out of the ground cracks, roaring, fearlessly charging toward the angel army like a raging storm.
The angel armies, like precise killing machines, continued to swing their Angel's Swords without any expression, even when pierced by demons, chopping off demon heads.
Angels and demons fought relentlessly.
If not for the obvious wings of angels, it was almost impossible to distinguish who was the demon, who was the angel.
And in the sky.
Hawk, wearing the Black Phoenix Nether Armor, surrounded by black Phoenix Flame, calmly looked at the six-winged birdman in front of him.
The six-winged birdman in front, dressed in the Holy Light Armor, with six wings that shed blinding holy luminosity with each flap, holding a golden Sword of Light.
The six-winged birdman, with a perfect face, pointed the Sword of Light at Hawk; his voice was like the solemn chorus of billions, yet cold enough to freeze hell's lava.
"My name is Michael!"
"..."
Hawk listened to the six-winged birdman's introduction, raising an eyebrow.
Who?
Michael?
The legendary Archangel.
As Hawk pondered, Michael's voice once again exploded like a mixture of the wail of billions of souls and a hymn, ringing throughout the space.
"Heretic colluding with demons, only purification can cleanse your sins."
"You think you can?"
Hawk snapped back, looking at Michael, who threatened to purify him, with eyes blazing black Phoenix Flame beneath his mask: "Did I ever tell you, before coming here, I just chopped off your master's head?"
Michael's golden pupils contracted.
"Judgment!"
Michael swung his sword directly toward Hawk.
This wasn't a physical strike, but a flood composed of the purest energy, carrying the will of divine judgment, roaring, tearing space as it passed!
Hawk's right fist punched out similarly.
"Extreme—Sound Speed Fist!!"
"Boom—"
Black phoenixes roared out from Hawk's fist, colliding with Michael's rolling energy flood, emitting a booming sound that shook the Hell Dimension.
In the next moment.
A terrifying explosion erupted.
The explosive shockwave generated at the moment of energy collision roared, pushing downward to the ground with intense pressure.
Kuang!
On the ground, under the whistling shockwave, angels and demons fighting under Hawk and Michael were torn to blood mist indiscriminately, even the ground sunk three meters down as if pressed by invisible hands.
Hawk and Michael were also blasted backward amid the shockwave.
Another moment!
Michael's six wings fully expanded, vibrating intensely, countless incandescent feathers shot at Hawk like a rapid storm.
"Accept the divine verdict!"
"Screw you!"
Simple trash talk, ultimate enjoyment.
Hawk, in the instant of being blasted away, stabilized his form, crossing arms on his chest, the Little Cosmos blazing fiercely, dark phoenixes emerged, flapping and soaring!
"Phoenix Wing Flight!"
"Boom—"
Dark red energy flood collided explosively with Michael's incandescence flood in the air, shockwaves appeared in a ring, expanding continuously.
The entire Hell Dimension trembled incessantly.
Below, Mephisto covered his bleeding wound, watched in pain yet delight at Hawk battling above with Michael.
The pain was because it was his territory.
The delight was Hawk's reliability, knowing his ally was in trouble, even flew from Earth here to support him.
In summary!
Mephisto roared excitedly.
"Hawk, go for it, kill that birdman."
"Shut up!"
Hawk, battling Michael in the sky, heard Mephisto's roar from the side, remembered Blood God Madola's words, mistakenly thought Mephisto joined the battle, distracted, seized by Michael's opportunity.
Puff!
Michael's Sword of Light, forged by billions of souls, sliced Hawk's right arm, penetrating the armor instantly, golden-tinged blood spilled from the wound.
Hawk retreated instantly, looking at Mephisto yelling below to cheer him on, scolding him.
Mephisto, missing a horn, instantly shut his mouth.
Hawk then looked at Michael, holding the Sword of Light, wings flapping constantly.
If the combat power of the three four-winged angels he just killed was infinitely close to the Bronze Saint Warriors.
Then the six-winged angel Michael's combat power was infinitely close to the Golden Saint Warriors.
Combat power matched Hawk not exploding Little Cosmos.
However…
Even between infinite and infinite, there were differences.
If Hawk, after exploding Little Cosmos, pushed his combat power to 99.9% of Golden Saint Warriors, just a step away from feeling the Seventh Sense.
In front of him, Michael equates to about ninety percent of the limitless proximity to a Golden Saint Warrior.
So!
Yes.
Although Hawk had just been burning his Little Cosmos, he hadn't exerted his full strength.
Because he still suspected that everything before him was Mephisto and Yahweh putting on an act for him.
Just like Blood God Madola mentioned earlier, how he had been naïve in trusting Mephisto's words, which led to Mephisto and Yahweh joining forces to kill him.
Thus, even as Hawk fought Michael, his Sixth Sense seeped into the giant sword behind him. Then, just moments ago, when Mephisto roared encouragement, the Sixth Sense also captured the flavor deeply imprinted in Michael's soul, vividly remembered not long ago.
This caused him to falter momentarily.
Which is why he managed to get slashed by Michael's sword.
But now?
Hawk stared into Michael's eyes, faceplate concealing his features, showing only a hint of mockery in them.
"Should I call you Michael?"
"Or should I call you..."
"Madola?"
Michael's golden eyes under the six fluttering wings lowered slightly, glancing at the Sword of Light stained with Hawk's blood. Listening to Hawk's words, his perfect face also revealed a mocking smile. Then, his wings folded, and like a meteor, he rushed towards Hawk.
"Heretic, accept divine judgment!"
"Holy Sword!"
With his long sword forward, speed like a meteor, Michael seemed to merge with the Sword of Light in his hand, pointing directly at Hawk's heart, determined to pierce through him.
Hawk neither dodged nor hid.
Almost as Michael's sword was about to make contact, the black flame around Hawk exploded, sweeping all surroundings, and his Little Cosmos started vibrating mysteriously. His right hand, as if traversing through time and space, his forefinger violently tapped Michael's brow.
"Accept fear!"
"Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist!"
"Duang!"
Fully erupted from the Little Cosmos, accompanied by the emergence of the Phoenix Heart, forming an invisible yet intense stream of consciousness, filled with infinite pain, despair, hatred, and madness, blasted out from Hawk's forefinger, instantly puncturing Michael's mental barrier, directly exploding within his soul.
Michael's golden eyes seemed to see the fall of Heaven, the extinguishing of the Holy Light, with countless angels plummeting, a fear stemming from the depths of his soul he never wanted to face.
This boundless fear, under Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist, became infinitely magnified.
To the point where Michael also fell into a crucial stagnation, similar to how Hawk was disturbed by Mephisto moments ago.
Hawk seized this flaw.
The next second.
As Hawk's right fingertips withdrew, they instantly formed into a fist. With the appearance of the black Phoenix's projection, as it once again perfectly merged with him, transformed into a seemingly ordinary punch and swung out.
"Phoenix Wing Flight!"
The fist aimed directly at Michael's Sword of Light, shattering it on contact, with the fist continuing forward, forcibly striking the Armor of Light on Michael.
"Crack—"
The sound of Michael's Armor of Light breaking was heartbreakingly clear.
But!
The fist didn't stop, forging ahead, piercing through Michael's armor, also awakening his dormant mind.
Michael's cold pupils lowered, rapidly constricting as he saw a familiar, pulsing heart full of golden blood caught within his chest and held it with his right hand.
"This is..."
"My heart!"
Michael murmured to himself, then the six pristine wings behind him began to wither, fragmenting piece by piece. Even his body started turning transparent at this moment.
The next moment.
As Michael's physical body turned transparent, his sanctified soul transformed into streaks of light, soaring upwards, attempting to escape Hell.
For an angel's soul, if staying in Hell too long, it would also get tainted by Hell's atmosphere and become a fallen angel.
Yet just as Michael's soul was about to reach the edge of the Hell Dimension.
Boom!
The Netherworld's projection appeared, dark Phoenix opening its eyes, then amidst Michael's piercing cries, swallowed the self-caught Michael into Nether Prison.
Simultaneously!
Crack!
Hawk turned to look. With Michael's death, the giant sword floating above the Hell Dimension also split, the crack spreading at a visible speed, quickly spreading to every corner of the sword.
Bang!
The sword shattered, and as it broke, the divine aura seemingly meant to restrain Hell's powers vanished instantaneously.
"Roar!"
"Kill them!"
"Kekekeke!"
With Hell's power no longer suppressed, the situation reversed in an instant.
This time, it was the turn of the Angel Army to flee.
But the Angel Army didn't.
They continued trying to kill the demons, resembling a cold machine.
The Angel Army sang hymns high.
Then—
Got engulfed by the demon tide!
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