Chapter 567

"Accept the fear!"

"Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist!"

"Duang!"

A torrent of intent, completely formed by the explosion of the small universe, accompanied by the appearance of the Phoenix Heart, invisible and intangible, yet condensing countless pain, despair, hatred, and madness, blasted out from Hawk's index finger, instantly piercing Michael's mental barrier and exploding directly in Michael's soul.

In Michael's golden eyes, it was as if he saw the fall of Heaven, the extinguishing of holy light, and the fall of countless angels; that was the fear from the depths of his own soul that he didn't even want to think about.

This infinite fear was infinitely magnified under the Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist.

So much so that Michael, like Hawk who had just been disturbed by Mephisto, had a fatal pause in his figure.

Hawk also captured this flaw.

The next second.

The moment Hawk's right finger retracted, it instantly turned into a fist, and accompanied by the appearance of the black phoenix projection, just after the black phoenix and himself merged perfectly again, it turned into a plain and unremarkable fist and swung out.

"Phoenix Winged Flight!"

The fist pointed directly at Michael's sword of light, and the latter shattered in response, while the fist did not diminish, slamming hard onto the armor of light on Michael's body.

"Crack—"

The sound of the armor of light on Michael's body breaking was clearly heartbreaking.

But!

The fist did not stop, moving forward, piercing Michael's armor, and also awakening Michael's sleeping soul.

Michael's cold pupils lowered, rapidly contracting as he looked at the right fist, full of golden blood, that had entered his chest and then gripped a heart that was beating very familiarly.

"This is..."

"My heart!"

Michael muttered to himself, and then, the six clean wings behind him began to wither, crumbling piece by piece, and even his body began to become transparent at this moment.

The next moment.

Michael, whose body died but whose soul did not, turned into a stream of light the moment his body became transparent, whistling into the sky, attempting to escape Hell.

Once an angel's soul stays in Hell for too long, it will also be defiled by the aura of Hell and become a fallen angel.

But just at the moment Michael's soul was about to fly to the edge of the Hell dimension.

Boom!

The projection of the Underworld appeared, the dark phoenix opened its eyes, and then, amidst Michael's sharp screams, it sucked Michael, who had thrown himself into the net, into the Underworld's prison.

At the same time!

Crack!

Hawk turned his head to look, and with Michael's death, the huge treasure sword suspended above the Hell dimension also developed a crack, and the crack spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon spreading to every corner of the treasure sword.

Bang!

The treasure sword shattered, and after the treasure sword shattered, the holy aura that seemed to specifically restrain Hell's power also disappeared in an instant.

"Roar!"

"Kill them!"

"Jie-jie-jie!"

As the Hell power that was no longer suppressed returned, the situation instantly reversed.

This time it was the angel army's turn to flee.

But the angel army did not.

They were still trying to kill the demons, looking just like a cold machine.

The angel army sang holy songs.

And then—

Were drowned by the demon tide!