Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Just by gazing at that bone blade, one can feel a sharpness and deathly stillness that cuts through the soul, and one can sense the chilling coldness and curse contained within it.

It was a power similar to the Demon Dagger, capable of slicing through the soul.

With one slash, the demon-possessed body and soul would likely be sliced ​​in two.

Seemingly sensing the approach of a living creature, the previously lifeless blood-red skeleton suddenly came to life!

Two leaping, malicious, and insane crimson flames suddenly ignited in the empty eye sockets.

The flame was faint, but it carried a chilling, spying feel to it.

It began to struggle violently, its nailed body twisting and turning, producing a tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding together and a loud rattling of chains.

A palpable aura of terror, mixed with bloodthirsty and frenzied killing intent, swept towards Wu Heng.

The four bony arms formed a ferocious blade that swayed slightly within a finger's width, easily cutting through the air with a sharp 'whoosh' sound, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of it to shreds.

Faced with this ferocious appearance that would terrify even demons, Wu Heng's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

He walked straight up, ignoring the wildly waving, black arm blade that was almost touching his face, as if it were just an illusion.

He took out a tiny bottle from his pocket, containing only a few drops of milky white, viscous liquid. This was the 'waste' left over from the previous extraction of angelic power, containing ultimate purification properties.

The substance condensed by these angels truly deserves to be called a panacea.

He dripped a drop of liquid onto a long black iron nail that was binding the upper body of the skeleton.

laugh--!

Like a red-hot iron meeting ice, a violent reaction occurs instantly.

The liquid clashed violently with the black iron spikes, producing a piercing corrosive sound and emitting large amounts of white smoke. The spikes melted at a visible speed, and even the part of the blood-red bone that had been pierced was scorched black and shrunken by the purifying power.

Soon, one, two, and several long nails on the upper body were corroded away one by one, and one of the skeleton's arms was the first to regain its freedom.

However, the freed arm hung limply and remained motionless, as if still bound by an invisible force.

Wu Heng did not stop and continued to work on the several key long nails in the upper body bones.

Just as the last black iron spike on the upper body was completely melted, and the skeleton was about to break free of its restraints—

A sudden change occurred!

The previously still, now free, bladed arm, like a scorpion's tail poised to strike, suddenly sprang up with a speed beyond visual perception.

The jet-black blade sliced ​​through the darkness, carrying a deathly, tearing sensation, aiming for Wu Heng's throat.

Ruthless, cunning, and lightning fast.

It embodies all the resentment and murderous intent accumulated by this ancient evil spirit during its countless years of imprisonment.

But Wu Heng seemed to have anticipated this.

The moment the thought arose, the evil puppet that had been waiting quietly moved. Several metal tentacles arrived first, intertwining to form a sturdy shield, blocking the path of the arm blade.

Clang! ! !
Sparks flew everywhere.

A piercing clang of metal clashing echoed through the cave as the arm blades collided violently with the tentacle shield, the immense impact causing the evil puppet to stagger backward slightly.

The sneak attack failed, and the crimson skull let out a deafening roar, a mixture of rage and relief.

With a sudden struggle, the remaining black iron spikes snapped under the immense force, and the binding chains shattered inch by inch!

The now completely free 'Skinner' finally revealed its terrifying power as an ancient being from the abyss. Its four arms flailing wildly, two arm blades transforming into a black storm, while the other two bone claws, now freed from their bone blade form, tore through the air, leaving trails of bloody afterimages, as it frantically attacked Wu Heng and the evil spirit puppet.

Its speed is astonishing, and its explosive power is extremely strong.

Each attack contained evil energy that tore apart souls; the cave walls were sliced ​​open like tofu by the aftershocks of its attacks, sending rubble flying everywhere.

The evil puppet showed no weakness, its countless tentacles either blocking, piercing, or entwining, engaging in close combat with the blood-red skeleton.

Dark energy and evil spirits collided violently, with explosions and tearing sounds echoing throughout the cave, which shook violently as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The aftershocks of the battle instantly doubled the size of the cave.

The cave walls were covered with grotesque marks.

Wu Heng calmly observed the battle, his figure moving like a ghost in the confined space, avoiding the scattered energy impacts.

This ancient evil spirit is indeed powerful, especially in its own territory filled with its own aura. The evil spirit puppet is finding it difficult to completely suppress it for the time being.

it's time.

Wu Heng had a sudden thought and decided not to hold back any longer.

Ugh--!!

A deep, distant whistle, as if from the other side of the ocean, suddenly echoed through the cave.

Then came the sound of rushing water!

At the top of the cave, the space began to distort and ripple unnaturally, like a reflection on the surface of water.

The next second, a huge, ancient ghost ship, its hull covered in rust and barnacles, exuding an aura of death and damp cold, actually broke through the barrier of reality and inserted half of its bow into the cave.

The tattered sails hanging from the hull moved erratically without wind, emitting a pale green glow.

The appearance of the ghost ship brought with it a surge of moisture, and icy rain began to appear out of nowhere and pour down inside the cave.

This rainwater is no ordinary water; it contains the power to corrode life.

The actions of the 'Skinner' evil spirit were instantly and greatly affected.

The erosion of the rain caused its blood-red bones to creak and groan, its movements to slow down, the ghost ship's anchor to fall, and the surrounding water to become even more turbulent, pressing heavily on its soul.

Seizing this opportunity, the evil spirit puppet's offensive surged instantly. The power and speed of all its tentacles increased to a whole new level, like a raging metal storm. Combined with the dense tentacles formed by the raindrops from the ghost ship, it completely suppressed the red bone evil spirit's resistance.

Under the triple blows of the ghost ship's mournful whistle, the torrential rain, and the ferocious attacks of the evil puppet, the 'Skinner' evil spirit finally succumbed.

It let out a mournful howl filled with resentment and bitterness, the crimson light around it dimmed rapidly, and the blades it wielded became powerless.

Ultimately, we overexerted ourselves during the sealing process.

Whether Wu Heng came to save it or not is unimportant. It doesn't believe in goodwill, especially goodwill from ancient evil spirits, because it simply cannot exist; there is only exploitation and death.

that's the truth.

In the end, several of the strongest evil spirit tentacles, like giant pythons, tightly bound and compressed it, completely imprisoning all its ability to move.

Those hideous arm blades were also forcibly pulled behind their backs and locked firmly.

The battle is over.

The cave was a scene of utter chaos, with only the water stains left by the ghost ship as it slowly retreated into the phantom, and the still-dripping, cold raindrops in the air, bearing witness to the supernatural battle that had just taken place, a battle beyond human comprehension. (End of Chapter)