Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

As Wu Heng moved, the air in the scorched earth of hell seemed to solidify into tangible malice.

The dark prism in his palm was no longer just an object; it was like a beating heart, beginning to resonate with the pulse of the surrounding land.

The demonic energy dissipated from the previous slaughter, the remnants of souls permeating the air, and even the chaotic power surging in the lava river beneath their feet, all seemed to be drawn by an invisible force field, transforming into visible dark fireflies, flowing into that prism no bigger than the palm of their hand like rivers flowing into the sea.

It is absorbing at an overload.

On the surface of the prism, the patterns formed by the condensation of the essence of the Thousand Demons and the essence of the Twisted suddenly lit up. It was no longer a faint light, but like a red-hot branding iron, bursting out with a deep red light that was impossible to look at directly.

The light was not warm; instead, it carried an extreme cold that devoured everything.

As one of the top beings in Hell, Lilith's spiritual sense was on high alert. It wasn't a simple fear of powerful energy, but a crushing sense of being on a higher level of life, the most instinctive tremor of an ant facing a landslide or tsunami.

That was the aura of someone in a superior position.

She could clearly see that, with Wu Heng's palm as the core, the 'structure' of space was groaning under the strain, and tiny, yet real, black cracks were spreading like a spider web in the void around the prism.

"Unable to resist."

The thought pierced her mind like an icicle.

Without any hesitation, and even abandoning her dignity and pride as the Queen of Hell, Lilith let out a shriek, her alluring eyes instantly filled with terror.

She plunged her hands into her chest, reaching into her own demonic soul body, and ripped it open.

A surge of primordial soul power was forcibly torn apart and extracted, transforming into the pitch-black flames burning around her body.

The price was enormous; her face turned deathly pale instantly, and her aura visibly weakened, but in return, she gained speed that exceeded her limits.

Her body blurred and dissipated on the spot, turning into a wisp of almost imperceptible black smoke, which moved frantically towards the edge of the battlefield in a near-teleportation manner.

Each flash occurred hundreds of meters away, seeking only to stay away from the impending explosion's epicenter.

The very next instant her figure disappeared—
"buzz"

This is not a sound, but a tremor that acts on the level of the soul.

Centered on the black prism, space shattered like a piece of black glass that had been struck hard!

A pure 'nothingness' region was born.

This is not darkness, which still has the concept of photons; this is 'emptiness' that has been squeezed, twisted, and broken even by itself.

A black vortex nearly one meter in diameter appeared out of thin air. There was no light, no sound, no energy fluctuations, only a gravity that devoured everything and froze one's soul.

The first to be affected were the demons who were closest to Lilith and had not yet recovered from the shock of her escape.

Their ferocious expressions were frozen on their faces, their roars were stuck in their throats, and their massive bodies seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, making even their struggles futile.

Nearly half of the demons, numbering in the thousands, were instantly stretched, twisted, and decomposed like ice cubes thrown into boiling water, leaving not a trace of dust before being swallowed by the darkness.

Their existence was completely erased from this level.

The black vortex was not still; its edges shimmered with an ominous glow, faintly connecting to the deeper layers of hell beneath its feet, and even to the abyss beneath the legendary hell.

An aura of despair, antiquity, and madness to the extreme, like the breath of an ancient god who has been sleeping for billions of years, spread from the depths.

The aura was so heavy that all three thousand-plus demons that survived on the battlefield, regardless of their level, felt a fear stemming from their very survival instincts. It was a reverence that came from the depths of their souls and the very bones of their being.

Their knees buckled, their fangs trembled, and some low-ranking demons even collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

Even more bizarrely, as this abyssal aura spread, it was like invisible ink dripping into clear water, rapidly polluting the air of hell.

The more than three thousand surviving demons underwent a sudden and strange transformation after inhaling this aura.

The cruelty in their eyes faded, replaced by a pure, chaotic crimson. Even the eyes of the red-eyed demons became even redder, filled with bloodshot veins.

Heavy breathing, like a broken bellows, rose and fell across the battlefield.

The muscles spasmed and tensed uncontrollably, and the claws unconsciously scraped the ground or its own scales.

Even a casual glance or a slight physical contact between companions can trigger a low, threatening roar, baring fangs as if they are about to pounce on each other and tear each other apart to the death.

The strings of reason in all demons are snapping, and madness is spreading silently like a plague.

They were no longer a disciplined legion, but a group of wild beasts thrown into the arena, infected with rabies, and had lost some of their reason.

Wu Heng stood at the edge of the black vortex, his robes fluttering in the chaotic energy currents, yet his figure remained as steady as a rock.

He ignored the strange phenomena of the demons around him, and instead separated a wisp of pure consciousness, which penetrated into the black hole that connected to the unknown land like a probe.

His consciousness traversed a brief void, and the 'scene' from the other end sent a jolt through Wu Heng's heart.

That place is a realm that cannot be accurately described in words.

Chaos is the only law, and madness is the eternal theme.

He sensed an aura that shared the same origin as the puppet evil spirit, but was older and more violent; he sensed a terrifying entity whose energy fluctuations were in no way inferior to those of the Lord of Hell.

But without exception, the will of these beings is broken, distorted, and filled with a frenzied desire to destroy everything, devoid of any rational thought.

"It really is the abyss," Wu Heng realized.

This aligns with the records he collected and his own speculations: Hell is not the lowest level; beneath it lies the true madness of this colossal world.

After all, in terms of intelligence and power, although demons are bloodthirsty, they still possess the logic of communication.

Within the abyss, the only purpose of communication is provocation.

At the same time, Wu Heng also saw something within the abyss, and he instantly understood: "So that's how it is!"

Upon discovering these things, Wu Heng, now enlightened, used his consciousness like a precision instrument to silently inject several "special" imprints, composed of evil spirit power and special incantations, into this frenzied territory the instant the passage opened.

It is only in this place that he will use "traits".

Because the abyss is a garbage dump that even the original gods despise, and consciousness disdains to enter it to avoid being contaminated by it.

These marks left behind are like seeds, lying dormant in the abyss, waiting for the right opportunity.

After doing all this, he quickly regained consciousness.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, locking precisely on Lilith, who had just revealed herself in the distance, her breath ragged and her face pale. (End of Chapter)