Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The remaining, relatively complex but still powerful remnants of divine energy were mixed and blended before being pumped into another conduit.

Finally, through extraction, the output is tubes of amber-colored potion that shimmers with a faint light.

These potions will become high-level rewards in the Witcher Guild's points redemption list, capable of significantly increasing strength, healing hidden injuries, and even granting certain divine resistances, to replenish the guild's strategic resource arsenal.

A hunt for local deities was carried out silently inside this secluded motel.

The hotel is empty again.

Only the traces of the battle and the lingering energy ripples in the air testify to what had just happened.

Wu Heng's gaze swept across the empty room and then looked into the distance.

“The gods’ harvest is over; next comes the rings of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,” he murmured to himself.

Those four rings, representing war, famine, plague, and death respectively, contain incredibly powerful rules and are the next target.

But before that, he needs to retrieve something, a key item that can increase the success rate of his subsequent plans.

Wu Heng looked down at the carpet beneath his feet, which was stained with dust and scattered blood.

With a thought, the power of the evil spirit rapidly gathered on the ground, outlining a complex teleportation array pattern that emitted a ghostly light.

The core of the array pattern triggered the hidden energy imprints he had previously left in Hell and on Lilith.

Space began to distort, and the ground seemed to turn into scalding lava.

A dark red, deep cave, reeking of sulfur and filled with wailing sounds, suddenly opened at the center of the array, revealing the familiar endless scorched earth and flowing lava rivers below.

The gates of hell have opened once more.

Now that Lucifer has been unsealed and is personally experiencing reality, focusing his attention on this 'championship' in the human world, perhaps Hell is now a little 'safer' than this human event that is gradually turning into a battlefield.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Heng stepped into the passage.

After the dizziness of weightlessness and spatial shifts subsided, he found himself standing once again on a scorched, eternally burning hellscape with a sickly dark red sky.

The puppet spirit silently materialized behind him, its newly formed divine tentacle swaying slightly, radiating a dazzling luster that seemed out of place with its surroundings.

He determined the direction and manipulated the puppet evil spirit, making it like a moving steel fortress, heading towards a certain area from his memory.

The scorched earth shattered under the heavy footsteps of the evil spirits, forcing the lava streams to change course.

After traveling for about a few miles, Wu Heng suddenly sensed a very faint spatial fluctuation trying to be hidden behind him.

Without any warning, the newly formed divine tentacle, like lightning, suddenly tore through the air, accompanied by a whistling wind and a dazzling divine aura, and lashed fiercely at the seemingly empty scorched earth.

"Snapped--!"

A crisp sound shattered some sophisticated concealment barrier.

A figure appeared as if squeezed out of a curtain of water, staggering and retreating quickly for more than ten meters. His face showed a mixture of shock and forced smiles as he hurriedly raised his hands.

"Hey! Hey! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding, I meant no harm!"

This is the image of a slightly overweight, middle-aged European man with a sharp suit, thinning hair, and a shrewd, worldly look.

He tried to make his smile appear genuine and harmless. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Crowley." He brushed imaginary dust off his suit, his tone carrying an exaggerated admiration. "I noticed something unusual happening around here, so I came to check it out. I never expected it to be you!"

"Mr. Lorraine Morrick, I have long admired your name and have great respect for you!"

Wu Heng controlled the puppet evil spirit to stop, his calm gaze falling on Crowley.

He naturally recognized the guy. In the story, he was a down-on-his-luck tailor in his previous life. His mother was the famous witch Rowena. He became psychologically twisted after being abandoned by his mother. Now he is a powerful demon in Hell, specializing in making soul deals with mortals.

But Wu Heng knew even better that this guy's hidden strength and ambition were far greater than he had shown.

"Admiration?" Wu Heng's voice came through the evil spirit, carrying a metallic, almost mocking quality.

"Absolutely true!"

Crowley rubbed his hands together, sporting a businessman's smug look: "Your story of 'sparring' with Lilith in Hell is widely known!"

"I wonder if there's anything you need that brings you back to Hell? Perhaps I can lend a hand? After all, I, Crowley, am well-informed in Hell and am happy to help others."

Wu Heng's brow furrowed: "Perfect, I do need some information. Where is Lilith imprisoning those souls she particularly 'values'?"

Crowley's small eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen the fish he had been waiting for take the bait.

He pretended to ponder: "Lilith does have several secret treasure rooms. Unfortunately, I helped her transport contracted souls a few times before, and I happen to know the location of one of the most important strongholds."

Then a warmer smile spread across his face: "It seems we share the same goal!"

“Lilith is seriously injured but not dead, but her position is unstable. Only when she falls completely will I have a chance. You know, if you go to that place, you will inevitably clash with her again, which is exactly what I want to see. So, I genuinely want to help.”

Crowley spread his hands and answered sincerely.

Wu Heng stared at Crowley, seemingly assessing the veracity of his words. After a moment, he slowly extended his right hand, his voice calm:
"Pleasant to work with."

Crowley's smile widened, and he quickly extended his hand, ready to complete the symbolic handshake.

However, just as the two 'hands' were about to touch—
A sudden change occurred!

Wu Heng's outstretched arm suddenly swelled and deformed, instantly transforming into a tentacle covered with suckers and barbs, wrapped in demonic energy. Like a predatory python, it swiftly and fiercely coiled towards Crowley!
"Wow!"

Crowley reacted extremely quickly, or rather, he always maintained a high level of vigilance.

Just before his hands reached him, his figure flickered like a poorly receiving television image, instantly appearing twenty meters away and narrowly escaping the sudden capture.

"Oh dear, Mr. Morrick, that was quite an enthusiastic greeting," Crowley said, patting his chest as if still shaken.

"It seems you still don't believe in my sincerity, Crowley."

Wu Heng slowly retracted the tentacles, his expression unreadable on his metallic face. He simply said, "I prefer to keep information in my own hands; it's more reliable that way."

"Understood, completely understood!"

Crowley scratched his thinning hair, seemingly unsurprised.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he produced from seemingly nowhere a parchment contract, faintly reeking of sulfur and inscribed with complex terms in demonic language. (End of Chapter)