After an unceasing sprint, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu quickly reached the mountaintop.
The moment they stepped onto the summit, a massive circular crater appeared before them. Dense cracks spread out from the crater's surroundings, connecting to the surface of the mountain beneath their feet, as if an earth-shattering battle had once taken place at the center of this crater.
"What is that?"
An Qingyu's gaze fell upon the center of the crater, where a huge shadow stood. The cracks covering the mountain all extended outward from beneath its feet.
The instant he saw it, Lin Qiye frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.
After hesitating for a moment, he closed his eyes again and carefully extended his senses. "Strange... why can't my Mental Power sense that thing's presence?"
An Qingyu adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shadow's appearance. Vaguely, he could see the outline of six white wings drooping over the ground. It seemed to be gripping a greatsword with both hands, its blade plunged into the mountain.
"Six white wings, holding a greatsword?" Lin Qiye froze at An Qingyu's description, and Michael's figure immediately surfaced in his mind. "A Seraph... Michael?"
Had Michael returned after hunting down Odin, seen the words he had left in Heaven, and come down to Hell to find them?
The instant that thought appeared in Lin Qiye's mind, he rejected it.
Impossible.
If Michael had seen Hell in its current state, he could never have sat so quietly at the center of the crater. He would have soared into the sky to seal the breach that continuously rained ashes down, then slaughtered every demon and vengeful soul in Heaven and Hell.
Whatever was sitting at the center of the crater, it definitely was not Michael.
"Don't go near it." Lin