Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The gentleness in the ascetic's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a blasphemous rage and an unquestionable majesty. Deep within his pupils, a pure white light began to flicker, and the surrounding air emitted a faint hum.

“You have no idea what you’ve rejected!” His voice emphasized, as if more than one person was speaking. “You’ve rejected salvation, you’ve rejected grace!”

“I know.” Wu Heng’s tone remained calm. “What I’m rejecting is the shackles. I belong to humanity, nothing more.”

"Utterly foolish!" The ascetic's soul aura changed, gradually appearing and taking over his body, before letting out a cold snort.

In an instant, Wu Heng felt the noise, light, and smells of the surrounding coffee shop disappear, distort, and vanish.

Instead, there was a boundless space filled with a pale gray mist. There was no up, down, left, or right, no sense of the passage of time, only a cold, pure prison of mental energy.

A prison for the mind, a battlefield of consciousness?
It seems the truth has finally been revealed. He knew from the beginning that the other party had never truly been sitting across from him. All the conversations and probing were happening on a spiritual level, a scene reflected in his mind.

At this moment, a portion of his consciousness was forcibly pulled into this domain dominated by the other party.

Ahead, the ascetic's appearance began to change, his body emitting a soft white light, and a pair of faint, ethereal wings made of pure light energy unfolded behind him.

A powerful, orderly, and judgmental aura permeated the entire space.

"Last chance, join or...purify?" The voice of the unknown angel was like a booming bell, shaking the gray space.

Wu Heng stood still, motionless.

He did not use any power beyond the limits of this world, but only mobilized the portion of the evil spirit puppets that he could currently use.

"Om-!"

A shrunken, yet more refined and terrifyingly detailed phantom of an evil spirit puppet roared and appeared behind him, its metal tentacles flailing wildly, creating a standoff with this sacred, bright space!
"Stubborn to the end!" The angel said no more and pointed.

A condensed, intensely white beam of light, seemingly capable of purifying all evil, instantly tore through the gray mist like a divine judgment, heading straight for Wu Heng and his evil spirit puppet.

Wherever the beam of light passed, even the void of spiritual space was scorched with clear marks.

With a thought, Wu Heng caused the evil spirit puppet to let out a silent roar. Instantly, a large number of tentacles intertwined and coiled, forming a huge, constantly rotating shield in front of it. The surface of the shield was covered with twisted metallic runes, emitting a dark metallic color that devoured light.

boom! ! !
A violent collision between light and metal!
Without a sound, an invisible shockwave spread wildly in all directions, stirring the gray mist violently.

The holy energy and the cold evil power annihilated and eroded each other. The metal shield made of evil puppets trembled violently, and its surface was even scorched by the blazing white light pillar, making a 'sizzling' sound and emitting wisps of blue smoke. It was clear that it was restrained to some extent in terms of attributes.

The attacks of light were relentless. Behind the pillars of light, countless sacred chains formed from white light shot out from all directions like venomous snakes, attempting to entangle and imprison the evil puppet and Wu Heng behind it.

Wu Heng controlled the evil spirit puppet, its tentacles either blocking or striking, shattering most of the chains, while the main body suddenly lunged forward.

Several of the thickest tentacles, like battering rams, were wrapped in solidified evil power and slammed down on the location of the angel.

The angel moved nimbly, dodging the attack, and the spot where it had stood was blasted into nothingness by the dark energy.

"Your evil spirit power can actually resist purification; you are utterly filthy!"

The angel's expression turned serious. He clasped his hands together, and a ball of light appeared and condensed, shooting out a greatsword burning with holy flames. This greatsword contained powerful exorcising and exorcising power! Several tentacles of the evil puppet were struck by the holy flame greatsword, and immediately began to melt and dissipate like wax figures being scorched by high temperatures. The injured tentacles turned into black mist and retracted. The puppet's main body emitted a painful tremor, which was relayed to Wu Heng.

The battle instantly became intense.

Within this space of consciousness, the two confront each other with the purest energy and spirit.

Wu Heng continuously adjusted the evil spirit puppet's attack methods and energy output. He quickly discovered that although the opponent's strength attribute countered his current performance, its combat mode seemed somewhat rigid.

It seems to follow some fixed procedure or dogma.

Seizing the brief moment when an angel finished unleashing a round of greatswords, the evil puppet suddenly retracted all its tentacles, then multiplied and intertwined at an unprecedented speed, eventually condensing into an enormous, incredibly sharp, dark spiral tentacle spear.

call out--!

The tentacle spear instantly pierced through the distance of space, carrying an indomitable and chilling aura, and stabbed straight into the angel's chest.

The angel's expression changed drastically, and he hastily erected layers of light shields in front of him.

Snap! Puff!
The light shield was pierced through layer by layer like paper, and the tentacled spear, which had been slightly deflected, finally pierced the left wing of the angel's energy body.

"Ugh--!" The angel let out a painful mental scream, and the light on its entire body dimmed considerably, while the light and shadow on its left wing became fragmented.

It glanced at Wu Heng with a mixture of shock and anger, its eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of fear.

Clearly, no one expected that Wu Heng could unleash such a terrifying attack at the level of consciousness, an attack that was difficult to suppress with conventional divine power.

Without any hesitation, the injured angel suddenly waved his hand, and the entire gray space began to violently fluctuate and collapse.

"You will regret your choice, and death will devour you!" With this resentful warning, the angel's figure, along with this prison of the mind, vanished in an instant.

It cannot stay in reality for long; its time has come.

Wu Heng "opened" his eyes again.

He was still sitting by the window in the café, the black coffee on the table still warm.

The seats opposite were empty, as if no one had ever been there.

Only the faint, rapidly dissipating aura of holiness in the air, and the slight damage feedback from his own spiritual puppet, proved that the brief but dangerous clash of consciousness just now was not an illusion.

The angels had noticed him and were directly probing and recruiting him, or rather, threatening him.

Wu Heng expressionlessly placed a few banknotes under his coffee cup, got up and walked out of the coffee shop. Standing on the street, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his cold gaze swept across several dark corners of the street like a knife.

The fluctuations from the battle at the level of consciousness just now seemed to have alerted some hidden forces. Several obscure, sinister gazes, reeking of hellish sulfur, were unabashedly cast from the alley entrance, the rearview mirrors of parked cars, and distant rooftops. (End of Chapter)