The gods and demons all looked at Michael with flabbergasted expressions. How could he manage to be so shameless and pretend that nothing had happened? Was he simply confident in his skills, or did he consider Malach to be that superior? It was hard to know what made him so self-assured, but the gods and demons couldn’t start an argument with him. Michael’s personality was famous—or rather, infamous—within the heavenly world. Arguing with him would only bring on a headache.

However, there was one thing they overlooked: Michael’s reckless personality was well known within the heavenly world, but there was someone worse than him. As soon as Michael and the other divine beings turned around, a powerful, thundering boom rattled the sky.

Rumble. Michael quickly shifted to the side, but a bolt of Sword Thunder had already slashed through his right wing. The severed wing fell to the ground, but the light that flashed after the attack made it disappear. Michael was forced to retreat far away with a stiff expression.

Ssss. Yeon-woo planted the steaming Vigrid into the ground and smiled coldly. “Did you think I would gloss...