The moment he saw the six gray wings clearly, Lucifer's pupils shrank slightly.

Seraph?!

How is this possible?

How could there be other angels alive in this world besides Him and Michael?

Moreover, the color of those wings was not the pure white of the Seraph, nor the pitch black of the devil, but a mysterious grayish-white... like wings growing out of ashes, dead, silent, and suffocating.

Lucifer had never seen an angel like this.

Just as Lucifer was staring at the six-winged angel, the figure on the pile of corpses seemed to have noticed something, turned his head and looked in this direction, and ripples appeared in his lonely eyes.

The moment he saw that face, Lucifer's heart trembled slightly, and an inexplicable fear suddenly surged in his heart!

Lucifer didn't know where this fear came from. Even when he was facing the siege of the gods of Daxia, he had never been so frightened. It was a fear that came from the body's instinct. The six-winged gray angel in front of him seemed to have a natural suppression on him. Just standing there made him feel uncomfortable.

"Who are you?!" Lucifer knew he had been discovered, and a dull voice rang out.

The figure stood on the pile of corpses, his grey wings covering the sky. He looked down at the bloody Lucifer, his brows slightly furrowed.

"I should have cleared out hell... where did this reptile come from?"

"?"

Lucifer was about to say something when he suddenly froze in place.

"Empty Hell?"

His gaze fell on the towering mountain of corpses, as if he had thought of something, "You killed all the polluted demons by yourself? Who are you?!"

"[Nightfall] team, Shen Qingzhu."

"[Nightfall]?" Lucifer frowned slightly, "What is that..."

The figure paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You have the breath of hell on you... Are you Lucifer? No, why do you have the smell of Kr... Forget it, since it is a reptile of Kr, just clean it up together.

After absorbing the power of hell from you, I should be able to leave here."

Under Lucifer's astonished gaze, the six-winged gray angel slowly raised his hand, and the pressure of the main god level burst out from his body, instantly covering the entire blood-red sky!

Feeling the pressure from Shen Qingzhu, Lucifer's pupils shrank violently. In his current half-dead state, he could never be a match for Shen Qingzhu, who possessed the origin of hell. In those silent eyes, he felt a strong threat of death.

He immediately said, "Wait! You and I are both angels born in hell, why are we killing each other?! As long as we join forces, there will be basically no..."

Lucifer had just finished speaking when the angel on the pile of corpses gently placed a finger on his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly:

“Shh—”

In this silent gesture, a mysterious rhythm flowed from his fingertips. Six gray wings that covered the sky and the sun suddenly seemed to melt and flow on the barren black earth, dyeing the whole world gray...

A strange force of law quietly descended.

Lucifer's voice suddenly stopped, but his lips continued to open and close, as if he was trying to persuade someone. However, his voice could no longer be heard in this gray world.

Gray sky, gray earth, gray mountain of corpses, gray angels...

The dead, dull color of ash climbed up Lucifer's bloody body, like countless hands reaching out from the silent hell, digging into his body and dyeing him gray.

Unprecedented pain surged into Lucifer's mind. His mouth, which was sewn into his pelvis, opened wildly, as if he was roaring in extreme misery and pain. But no matter how he shouted, there was no sound in this world.

He was like a drowning person submerged in silence, struggling frantically on the earth. On the mountain of corpses, the figure just watched the scene calmly without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He just raised his hand silently and snapped his fingers lightly at the gray world.

Snap——

Suddenly, Lucifer's body stopped abruptly.

A crack spread from the center of His gray body, and finally, in this silent world, a slight sound was heard... He was cracked.

Lucifer's pupils were fixed on Shen Qingzhu lying on the pile of corpses. His mouth opened and closed, roaring silently:

——Angel of Silence.

Lucifer split into two halves, and then stiffly split again. Four petals, eight petals, sixteen petals... His body split into pieces the size of fine sand at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappeared in the air, and was swept up by a breeze, floating towards the figure on the mountain of corpses.

The gray world receded like a tide, and the six gray wings reappeared behind Shen Qingzhu. He slowly closed his eyes, and a black crystal heart under his chest absorbed all the gray particles that Lucifer had turned into, beating strongly.

"Finally, it has been completely integrated..." Shen Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced across this silent hell, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, "It's time to go back."

He raised his palm and gently drew a line at the nothingness in front of him. A long and narrow black portal appeared in hell. Behind the portal was hazy fog, and the sound of surging waves could be vaguely heard.

Shen Qingzhu stood in front of this door with a complicated expression...

During this long period of time, he stayed here alone to absorb the essence, dying again and again, and being reborn again and again. The original pair of jet-black wings changed into this unique gray color during his countless struggles.

He couldn't remember how he gradually regained consciousness. He only remembered that countless polluted demons were destroyed by him in the world of destruction. His hands were covered in blood, as were the pair of gray wings.

When he woke up completely, hell was empty and corpses piled up like mountains.

He had been wandering in the hell of life, death and killing for so long that he had actually forgotten what the world outside was like.

Shen Qingzhu stood in front of the door, looking back at the empty hell and the bloody mountain of corpses. After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"Hell... should be destroyed too."

The black crystal heart beat in his chest, making a dull sound. As Shen Qingzhu turned around and walked into the door, this bloody hell world began to tremble violently!

The mountains and rivers were shattered, the sky fell, and the mountain of corpses standing in the center of hell began to turn into gray particles and dissipate... This world was like a dilapidated building that had lost its load-bearing columns. Large pieces collapsed and finally disappeared!

In the world of nothingness, the crimson figure gradually disappeared behind the portal... His whispers could be clearly heard in the silence.

"Nanaye... I'm back."