The instant he saw those six gray wings, Lucifer's pupils contracted slightly.
Six-Winged Angel?!
How was that possible?
In this world, aside from himself and Michael, how could there possibly be any other angels still alive?
Moreover, those wings were neither the pure white of a Seraph nor the pitch-black of a demon, but a mysterious grayish white... like wings that had grown from ashes—deathly still, silent, suffocating.
Lucifer had never seen an angel like this before.
Just as Lucifer stared at the Six-Winged Angel, the figure atop the mountain of corpses seemed to sense something and turned toward him. Ripples stirred in those lonely eyes.
The moment he saw that face, Lucifer's heart trembled slightly, and an inexplicable fear suddenly surged within him!
Lucifer did not know where that fear came from. Even when facing the encirclement of the Great Xia Gods, he had never felt such terror. It was a fear born of instinct; the gray Six-Winged Angel before him seemed to possess an innate suppressive force over him. Merely standing there made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Who are you?!" Lucifer knew he had been discovered, and his deep voice rang out.
The figure stood atop the mountain of corpses, gray wings blotting out the sky. He looked down at the mangled Lucifer and frowned slightly.
"I should have already cleared out Hell... Where did this pest come from?"
"?"
Lucifer was about to say something when he suddenly froze in place.
"Cleared out Hell?"
His gaze fell upon the towering mountain of corpses, as though he had thought of something. "You killed all the corrupted demons by yourself? Who are you?!"
"Nightfall Squad. Shen Qingzhu."
"Nightfall?" Lucifer frowned slightly. "What is that supposed to be..."
The figure paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You carry the aura