Light Holy Mountain.
Hall of Holy Favor, plaza.
Michael stood before the massive statue of the twelve-winged angel, his face dark.
Before the statue stood the figure of a black-haired man gathered from white light. He possessed an extraordinary bearing, carrying an otherworldly air that seemed detached from mortal dust.
"Ben Hong? A devil?" The black-haired man frowned. "I never expected that woman to have such audacity, daring to storm the Holy Mountain directly. Have we grown too lax these past years? Or have we Three Angels gone too long without displaying our might, allowing those harboring covetous designs to overlook us? Should we awaken Gabriel from the Black Prison Desert and make a trip to the Demon Realm together?"
"There's no need for that yet. Our most pressing task is to further digest and absorb the power of faith. In any case, a hundred years from now, the seal between the two realms will loosen again. It won't be too late then to pay those 'old friends' a visit. Still, I was indeed careless this time. I actually lost the Wind Chapter and two four-winged attendants."
As he spoke, a cold gleam flickered in Michael's eyes. "Ben Hong has already lost her body, and this time I wounded her heavily as well. She is no cause for concern. If I hadn't awakened in such haste and needed to divert part of my strength to suppress the Source of Faith that I had yet to fully digest, I would have slain her already. But that devil ant was truly an unexpected variable. Though he only possessed demi-god strength, he had the Earth Chapter and the Tower of Glory, and actually slipped away right under my nose!"
"The Tower of Glory!" The black-haired man raised a brow. "It seems that the