Su Lu, What Do You Have to Say for Yourself in Hell?

After the terrifying shockwave of destruction passed, not even ruins remained of the Holy City. It had become an endless plain, with only the Holy Residence at its center still radiating a faint holy light.

If a powerful protective force hadn't erupted from within the Holy Residence at the critical moment of their energy clash, even it would have been annihilated in that terrifying blast.

Michael knelt before the steps of the Holy Residence. His entire body was covered in wounds, and even his trademark Sixteen Wings were in ruins, with only two wings left.

"Cough, cough!"

Michael raised his head and looked toward Dongfang Chen through his swollen eyes.

That Angel Greatsword had been his ultimate move, unleashed with every last ounce of his strength. He'd been confident that even an Emperor Rank Creature would be completely obliterated by it.

No matter how strong Dongfang Chen was... he couldn't possibly have come away unscathed!

"Cough... ha!"

Michael spat out a mouthful of blood, but stubbornly kept his head raised, eager to see Dongfang Chen in the sorry state he'd imagined.

His own injuries were this severe. Dongfang Chen had to be in just as bad a shape!

The Holy Residence was still sheltering many important figures from the Holy City.

If the others hiding inside seized this chance to finish off Dongfang Chen, they could finally eliminate this great scourge of humanity!

But when Michael forced himself to look up through the pain, his barely open eyes filled with utter horror.

Why? Why wasn't this guy hurt at all?

Dongfang Chen stood on the far side of the Holy City plain. There wasn't a single injury on him, and even his clothes were barely dusty.

"Oh? You managed to take a hit from my Heaven Tier Dou Technique. You're