Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Didn't you want to keep me here?" Wu Heng's voice was calm and clear, resonating directly in Lilith's ears and even into her consciousness. "Why are you running?"

These bland words are more insulting than any mockery.

Lilith's soul was already wounded, and upon hearing this, she trembled with rage. Forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions, she responded sharply, her voice filled with resentment:

"What are you being so arrogant about?! This is hell. You're trapped here and can't escape. This place is full of demons. We'll wear you down, even if it means exhausting you."

"You mean to wear me down, that's what you mean?"

Wu Heng did not continue the verbal argument with her. He simply raised his hand with a calm expression and made a loose grasping motion towards the area around the black hole.

The remaining terrifying energy in the black vortex, which had been slowly shrinking, stabilizing, and even being constantly repaired, was forcibly gathered and compressed by his powerful will!
The objective has been achieved; the remaining energy should be put to good use.

The pitch-black energy was no longer indiscriminately devouring; after he mobilized it, it condensed into a crescent-shaped moon blade with black cracks shimmering on its edges.

With a wave of his hand, he slashed down.

The movements were simple and elegant, carrying an indifferent air of crushing an ant.

"laugh--!"

A soft sound, like the tearing of cloth, was heard.

A crescent-shaped black light silently swept across an area of ​​nearly three hundred meters in front of Wu Heng.

Within the area, more than three hundred demons, who were on the verge of madness and trying to rush forward, suddenly froze.

The next moment, an extremely thin line of blood appeared on their waists, and then their upper bodies slowly slid down along the blood line, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by the sharpest laser.

There were no screams, because the moment they were struck, their souls were also obliterated by the attack, which contained the abyssal aura and spatial power.

Demon blood gushed out like a fountain, mixing with shattered fragments of souls, making the scorched earth even more filthy.

Wu Heng's expression was cold as he reached out and grabbed at the scattered demonic essence in mid-air.

"Take a picture."

An invisible force field was generated, containing over three hundred streams of rich demonic life force, soul essence, and a trace of newly acquired, extremely subtle abyssal aura.

These mixed-up things, like summoned subjects, shed their remains and transformed into streaks of dark red light, which swiftly flew into Wu Heng's palm and were eventually collected into a specially made test tube engraved with sealing incantations.

Sensing the faint yet persistent, insidious madness within the test tube, Wu Heng understood perfectly.

"Abyss infection, at the soul level. Just as I thought."

He knew that this pollution from the abyss was of an extremely high level, far exceeding the capabilities of a demon like Lilith, who had grown up relying on the orthodox power system of Hell.

It is only possible to resolve this if it is done by a high priest of hell who specializes in the realm of souls, or by the lord of hell himself.

Moreover, the treatment process is by no means easy.

This requires performing the most delicate soul surgery, delving into the depths of the infected person's soul, carefully and bit by bit peeling away, cutting away, and purifying the abyssal aura that has become entangled with the soul.

The entire process is extremely time-consuming and carries enormous risks.

The slightest mistake could not only fail to save the infected demon, but could also lead to the complete collapse of its soul, or cause the caster to be devoured by the abyssal aura. Even with the power of a high priest of hell, successfully healing a demon infected to this extent would probably require more than a day of arduous work.

And these three thousand-plus surviving demons—would it take decades, or even centuries, to cure them all?

For the higher-ups in Hell, this was simply not a worthwhile deal.

Hell has no shortage of demons. Sacrificing these three thousand is just a drop in the ocean compared to the vast number of demons in Hell.

Lilith clearly hasn't fully realized the seriousness of the problem yet; she may think it's just a temporary mental disturbance that will resolve once she leaves the environment.

However, Wu Heng knew that the aura of the abyss was like the most stubborn virus. Once it took root in the soul, it would continue to grow and eventually drag the host into eternal madness and chaos.

They have become walking sources of pollution.

This was exactly what Wu Heng wanted.

The mark he previously cast into the abyss needs real-world 'coordinates' to guide and strengthen it. These infected demons, and the abyssal aura they constantly emanate, are like more than three thousand constantly flashing beacons on the map of hell, illuminating the abyss.

It continuously deepens the connection between the two levels, eroding the existing barriers.

Even Lilith herself, who was fleeing in panic, inevitably inhaled a very faint trace of abyssal energy during her extreme teleportation.

Wu Heng himself even took the initiative to absorb a wisp of it, using himself as a vessel to deepen his connection with the abyss. All of this was a step that he had already set up in his plan.

Lilith, barely suppressing her soul injury, stared intently at Wu Heng, her eyes so sinister they could drip water.

Despite the devastating losses and the burning anger that wounded her soul, she refused to give up.

"You can't escape. Hell will be your burial ground, and sulfur and fire will be your graveyard. Hell has no shortage of demons, and the next batch will soon be replenished. I want to see how long your strength can last and how many you can kill!"

Faced with this hysterical threat, Wu Heng's lips slowly curved into a clear smile. This was the first time he had shown a genuine smile since he stepped into hell.

Because in his extraordinary perception, a gentle yet firm summoning force from reality had, like a precise coordinate, pierced through layers of spatial barriers and firmly locked onto his location.

Dean and Sam's ceremony was a success.

He carefully put away the container holding the essence of three hundred demons, then calmly met Lilith's venomous gaze, and spoke softly, his voice still steady and without a trace of emotion:
"To correct you, it's not about escaping, but about a safe evacuation."

He paused, as if stating a very simple fact.

"Just like the way I came."

Before he finished speaking, within a 30-meter radius of Wu Heng, the demons that were originally eager to rush forward and fill the gap were suddenly pushed away by an invisible force field.

Immediately afterwards, a massive summoning array pattern, about two meters in diameter and radiating a special aura, appeared beneath Wu Heng's feet.

"No! Damn it, it's a summoning portal! Stop it! Tear it apart!"

"Seize the passageway."

Lilith instantly recognized the familiar nature of the energy and let out a heart-wrenching scream, completely losing all composure.

At this moment, all the demons seemed to awaken from a dream. Their souls were familiar with this summoning aura, and they judged whether to respond, but their will remained frenzied and chaotic. (End of Chapter)