As the ash fell away, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu could clearly see every wound on his back from such close range.
Knife wounds, claw marks, scorch marks from molten lava... Of his six white wings, three had nearly been torn off at the root, while the rest were badly damaged as well.
He sat there quietly, faint flame patterns still flowing across the surface of the giant sword in his hand.
The moment Lin Qiye saw that giant sword, he seemed to realize something and blurted out:
"Uriel?"
"Uriel?"
"One of the legendary Seraphs." Lin Qiye stared at the sword and spoke in a low voice.
"Ever since Michael scorched my eyes more than a decade ago, I've been studying the Seraphs of the Western Holy Church... Among them, only Uriel, the guardian of Hell who wielded the power of judgment, used a Giant Flame Sword as his weapon."
The figure before them was a Seraph on the same level as Michael... No wonder his Mortal Divine Domain had failed here as well.
"But why would Uriel be here..." Lin Qiye murmured. A thought flashed through his mind, and his entire body froze.
An Qingyu stared fixedly at the figure slowly turning around, his voice somewhat hoarse:
"Since he was a Seraph of Heaven, he must have participated in the God War between Heaven and Hell back then. And in that war, only Michael survived...
"That means Uriel had already died in that God War.
"What stands before us is merely his corpse."
His guess coincided perfectly with Lin Qiye's.
As the figure slowly turned around, an almost perfect profile emerged from the shadows before them.
A faint crimson glow descended from the sky. By that hazy light, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu finally saw his true face.
There