You Almost Got Away with Faking Your Death!

The Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath didn't just wash over the four Archangels. Even the Dark Gate shook violently, and the Dark River pouring out of it writhed as if something had set it off, like Venom in a movie reacting to sound waves. It stretched, twisted, and roiled across the ground.

The Dark River should have dragged every living thing into its waters, sweeping everything into the Dark Plane like a breached dam.

But when the Dark River reached Dongfang Chen, the Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath stopped it dead in its tracks.

Dongfang Chen frowned.

He hadn't expected the Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath to shatter only Raphael's soul. It hadn't taken Michael, Remiel, and Uriel with a single strike.

It seemed Mountain of Paradise had some tricks after all, but that was all they were.

Mountain of Paradise was already gone, and the three of them had lost their Angel Soul Embryos, too.

In other words, Michael, Remiel, and Uriel were now no different from ordinary people who couldn't use magic.

Actually, no. They were injured, too. They were probably worse off than healthy ordinary people.

"Heretic... You—you dare destroy Mountain of Paradise and take Raphael's life!!!"

Remiel clutched his throbbing head, his eyes bloodshot.

Mountain of Paradise, bestowed by Heavenly Father, was gone, and his Angel Soul Embryo had been destroyed. He was now worse off than the dockworkers—even though they, the Archangels, were supposed to be the rulers who set the order of the mortal world!!!

"Enough."

Dongfang Chen casually pointed, and a streak of flame shot through Remiel's forehead.

Remiel, one of the Seven Archangels of the Holy City, fell then and there. He slept soundly—or rather, he slept so deeply he'd never wake up.

"Dongfang Chen, we're not truly your enemies..." Uriel had lost all the