As Gabriel appeared, Holy Light shrouded the earth.

The light was not dazzling, yet it carried an indescribable warmth and solemn weight. A golden tide condensed into substance, surging in all directions centered around that six-winged figure floating in midair.

Wherever it passed, the suffocating darkness began to melt and recede silently like snow under a scorching sun.

The nauseating stench of blood and decay in the air was replaced by a fresh scent, like a forest after rain.

Soothing the fear of the crowd below.

The previously hysterical screams and cries came to an abrupt halt.

Those people who had been running around like headless flies in the darkness, even trampling each other, all stopped simultaneously.

They raised their heads blankly. Amidst the golden light filling the sky, their pupils, previously contracted in fear, slowly dilated.

The panic among the crowd gradually began to subside.

In that endless abyss of despair, this beam of light was their sole lifesaving straw.

When the people saw the six-winged angel suffused with Holy Light, tears of emotion welled up.

That figure was too perfect, too divine.

The pure white wings flapped gently, scattering starlight; every feather was condensed from light elements.

Floating high in the sky, the six wings of light behind him blocked the chilling red eyes of the evil ghosts, shielding everyone beneath his wings.

"An... angel?"

A young mother covered in blood held her child tightly in her arms, her lips trembling as she uttered the first murmur.

Immediately after, more people snapped back to their senses.

"It's God... A deity has manifested!"

"God hasn't abandoned us! God has come to save us!"

Unsure who knelt first, the crowd then collapsed like dominoes.

Above the ruins, tens of thousands of survivors—whether civilians or Classer—knelt tearfully on the ground, bowing in worship to the figure in the sky.

That relief of surviving a near-death situation, that yearning for light, transformed into the most devout faith.

If there truly were deities in this world...

They would probably look like this, wouldn't they?

However, where some rejoiced, others feared.

To the humans below, this Holy Light was a warm salvation.

But to Kujo Masakage, who had completely transformed into his Ghost King form, and the Akagi behind him—corrupted from humans—this light was the most lethal poison!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

Under the illumination of the golden light, the thick layer of black Demonic Qi on Kujo Masakage made a sound like roasting meat, giving off wisps of green smoke.

An intense burning sensation drilled through his skin into his marrow, the severe pain churning wildly inside his body.

"Arghhhhh—!"

Kujo Masakage's face contorted maliciously as he uttered a painful and furious roar.

His massive fleshy wings flapped continuously, attempting to stir up more dark Demonic Qi to ward off the pervasive Holy Light and cover up his inner unease.

How was this possible?

Why would Great Xia Nation have an SS-Level Holy-type Professional?

This was completely impossible!

Instinctive fear originating from the depths of his soul made him want to turn and flee.

But he couldn't.

This was his Domain, his home ground.

If even he, the Master of a Hundred Ghosts, fled, this newly established Fear Domain would collapse immediately.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Kujo Masakage's eyes turned crimson as he pointed at Gabriel in midair, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"That's an illusion! That's just special lighting effects!"

"Lads! Don't be fooled by him!"

"If you don't want to die, charge up there and tear him to shreds!"

To cover his fear, Kujo Masakage's voice was so loud it sounded warped.

Through a mental link, he forcibly issued an absolute order to all the Akagi.

Abandon other targets!

Prioritize besieging Gabriel!

"Roar roar roar—!!!"

Receiving the Ghost King's order, the Akagi, who had been cowed by the suppression of the Holy Light, let out beastly roars once more.

Although the golden light made them feel extremely uncomfortable, the servitude ingrained in their bones and their obedience to Kujo Masakage overcame their instinctive fear.

"Kill!!!"

Over a thousand Akagi flapped their wings or treaded on the the void, pouncing on Gabriel from all directions.

The sky filled with black figures turning into a wave, attempting to drown that solitary golden reef.

Various dark-type skills, corrosive venom, and cursed bone spears rained down overwhelmingly on Gabriel.

Facing this overwhelming siege...

Gabriel remained calm and unruffled.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

He let the skills hit his body, but the health bar above his head didn't budge at all.

Seeing this scene, Kujo Masakage was shocked and furious.

"Could this guy be immune to all damage?!"

Kujo Masakage was somewhat bewildered.

Had the world's development over the hundred years since his death exceeded his comprehension?

Little did he know, in a certain corner below...

...a burly man was silently enduring all the damage on Gabriel's behalf.

Gabriel slowly raised his right hand.

His slender finger tapped lightly in the the void.

There was no earth-shattering spell chant.

Opening his lips slightly, he uttered two majestic words.

"Purification."

Buzz—!!!

Centered on Gabriel's fingertip, a visible golden ripple wafted outwards.

The ripple seemed slow, but was actually swift.

Wherever it passed, the screaming venom, bone spears, and dark magic were wiped away like stains on a drawing board, instantly annihilated without a trace.

Immediately after, the golden ripple collided with the Akagi charging at the very front.

"Ahhh—!!!"

Shrill, agonizing screams pierced the sky.

The hard demon bodies that the Akagi were so proud of turned into wax figures thrown into a furnace the moment they touched the golden ripple.

No blood spattered.

Only rapid dissolution.

Their skin, muscles, and bones turned to ash at a visible pace under the illumination of the Holy Light.

"No... help... save me..."

The fastest charging Akagi watched helplessly as his arms vanished in the golden light, followed by his torso, and finally his head.

To his horror, he discovered that the super regenerative ability—which usually allowed them to regrow even a severed head—had completely failed!

No black smoke rose from the wound, nor did any granulation flesh wriggle.

That was... permanent destruction!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

They burst one after another.

Any Akagi swept by the golden ripple, regardless of Level or defensive strength, turned to green smoke in an instant, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

With merely a single strike...

...over two hundred Akagi charging at the front were wiped out directly!

A massive gap opened up in the airtight encirclement.

The remaining Akagi stopped dead in their tracks, utterly terrified.

They were not afraid of death, because they knew they possessed immortal bodies in this Domain.

As long as Kujo Masakage was still around and fear remained, they could resurrect infinitely.

But now...

Looking at where their companions had vanished, even the aura of their souls was completely annihilated.

Did the situation seem to have changed?

Before this six-winged angel, they were no longer immortal evil ghosts, but ants that could be crushed at will.