The Sixteen-Winged Seraph Descends

"Cough, cough!"

Raphael spat out a large mouthful of blood. His holy angel wings were covered in scorch marks.

His eyes were filled with horror.

How could this human be so powerful?!

Although he hadn't reached the highest realm of the Sixteen-Winged Seraph, he was only two wings short.

Angels were divided into distinct ranks. When mages affiliated with the Holy City became Holy Shadows or Divine Judges, they had a chance to receive an angel soul embryo bestowed by the Holy City. The most basic kind was the Two-Winged Angel Soul Embryo.

As long as they devoted themselves to cultivation in the Holy City, their angel wings would grow in number. Every additional pair of wings brought them to a different realm.

Those with four wings or fewer were called Powers. Those with six to eight wings were called Virtuous Angels.

Those with ten wings were called Punishing Angels.

Those with twelve wings or more were Seraphs!!

The Seraph realm was already enough to contend with ordinary Human Emperors.

The highest rank among Seraphs, the Sixteen-Winged Seraph, was even several degrees stronger than an ordinary Emperor.

Although they couldn't be considered Middle Emperors, they were far stronger than most Minor Emperors.

Although Michael was only a Fourteen-Winged Seraph, his combat prowess was already on par with an ordinary Minor Emperor!

So why was he, a Fourteen-Winged Seraph, so utterly outmatched by this human?!

A faint urge to retreat had begun to stir in Raphael's heart.

It had been Michael's idea to treat Dongfang Chen as the Returning Cornerstone that would usher them back to the Holy City. And it was also Michael who had labeled Dongfang Chen the greatest heretic and decided to purify and banish him.

So the conflict between Michael and Dongfang Chen had little to do