Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Inside the cell, the Famine Knight's figure had reformed and was frantically attacking the broken doorway, attempting to break free completely. The power that had previously pierced the energy network was still weakening the suppression of the entire isolation zone.

"It must be locked up again!"

Wu Heng groaned softly and struggled to his feet.

Instead of using the out-of-control, violent mixed energy in the glove, he barely managed to activate a portion of the silver-gray light representing 'death' within the puppet spirit that he had comprehended.

This power is imbued with a property of stripping and devouring.

Among the alien gods refined by Wu Heng, some possessed relevant power attributes, which Wu Heng then discovered and strengthened into puppet evil spirits.

He raised his trembling right hand, and silver-gray light flowed towards the cell door like water.

Wherever they went, the 'hunger' power leaked by the Famine Knights was like encountering an enemy of the same attribute, each wanting to devour the other, but then they all melted away and canceled each other out.

However, Wu Heng had his own source of power, while the Famine Knight had been imprisoned for some time and had limited access to power.

As Wu Heng's continuous light seeped into the cell, it penetrated inside and began to sever the illegal connection between the Famine Knight and the external energy network.

"Ugh--!"

The Famine Knight's angry and resentful spiritual screams echoed from the prison cell. Without internal and external support, its resistance quickly weakened.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Heng stepped forward and quickly inscribed several temporary reinforcement spells on the damaged door with his left hand.

The four rings on the right glove simultaneously fluctuated, the balancing crystal shone brightly, and a gray-white stabilizing force field enveloped the cell. Combined with the restorative power of the manor's core magic array, it began to forcibly push the distorted portal back to its original state, resealing the Famine Knight.

Throughout the process, Wu Heng's body remained taut, but the slight trembling and cold sweat on his forehead showed that he was enduring immense pressure and pain.

Dean and Sam stood guard on either side, watching him and the cell intently, but they couldn't help.

Finally, after a suffocating few minutes, with a soft 'click,' the cell door was completely reset, the incantations on the outer wall lit up again, and the energy readings returned to a safe range.

The Famine Knight's resentment was completely suppressed, and the surrounding desire for 'hunger' gradually dissipated.

Wu Heng seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant. He staggered and almost fell, but Sam caught him in time.

The light on his right glove dimmed completely, and the crystal in the center also appeared somewhat gray.

"It's alright now," Wu Heng gasped, his voice hoarse. He glanced at the rock wall that had been partially wiped away, then looked at Dean and Sam, who were still in shock, and gave a forced, tired, bitter smile.

"It seems that the power of this glove is even more difficult to control than I imagined. Every time I use it, especially when fighting against an existence of this level, I have to bear the risk of being backfired by its 'balancing' instinct."

He took off his gloves, which seemed to have become a little heavier, and carefully put them into a specially made shielded box.

"Is this the price of using it?" Dean looked at Wu Heng's pale face, then at the vanished rock wall, still feeling lingering fear.

“Power always comes at a price, Dean.” Wu Heng straightened up with Sam’s help, his tone returning to its usual calm, but the weariness was still evident. “Balance is never without risk.”

"Don't spread the details of today's events. Just let those who need to know know that these gloves are a weapon, but also a shackle."

Dean and Sam nodded solemnly. Having witnessed firsthand the horror of 'out of control' and the difficulty of Wu Heng's suppression, they had gained a more direct understanding of the glove's power and developed a deep sense of apprehension about its risks.

From an angle unnoticed by the two, Wu Heng glanced almost imperceptibly at the energy conduit that had already repaired itself and was no different from the other conduits, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes.

The fish have taken the bait, and the act has been played out perfectly.

Heaven and hell, hopefully they will believe this performance of 'power comes at a price'.

Joshua's garden is also known as the 'Garden of Paradise'.

This place is connected to the main axis of Heaven and is the true core of Heaven. God ruled Heaven and even the entire universe from here for thousands of years.

It is the key place for maintaining the core order of Heaven.

Everyone sees it differently; to some it may resemble God's throne room, while to others it may appear as the Garden of Eden.
It is the only place where a bridge can be built to communicate with God, and it is also the meeting place of the angels.

At this moment, Raphael looked at the image transmitted through the crystal, which showed Wu Heng kneeling on one knee, trembling all over, suppressing the backlash from the glove. For the first time, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

“Indeed, how can a mortal body bear the authority of the Apocalypse?” He turned to the four-winged angel commander beside him. “The ‘Cage Project’ can be launched now.”

“When he is at his weakest, seal him forever with the Father God’s ‘Divine Imprisonment Array.’ Remember, the goal is to use the army to force him to keep using that glove until the backlash completely consumes him.”

"Yes!" the angel commander replied, but his heart sank, knowing that this method would sacrifice many ordinary angel soldiers.

However, Archangel Raphael had been in a very volatile mood lately, and he dared not object in the slightest.

Two days later, at midnight.

Fifty kilometers away from Morrick Manor, on the wasteland, a hundred high-ranking angels formed a perfect geometric array in the air. In their hands, they did not hold angelic blades, but rather 'scepters of imprisonment' that emitted a milky-white light.

The gems at the top of the scepter are connected to each other, weaving a giant net of light covering several square kilometers in the night sky—this is the Apocalypse Cage.

"Internet addiction, is the connection complete?" In the underground of the manor, Wu Heng calmly looked at the energy flow diagram displayed on the light screen.

[Successfully infiltrated the core node of the prison. The spatial coordinate tampering program is ready and will shift the prison exit coordinates to the preset coordinates: 300 meters underground rock strata within 0.3 seconds of activation.] The text popped up on the screen.

Dean stood to the side, muttering under his breath, "A hundred winged bastards, they really think highly of us."

Sam looked at Wu Heng's gloves with concern: "Lore, what's wrong with you?"

"Perfect condition." Wu Heng put on his gloves, the dark red light of his war ring slowly flowing in the slot. "Remember the plan: no direct confrontation, no pursuit, just create chaos. Have you brought enough material gathering devices?"

"I brought twenty, enough to fill a bunch of bird feathers." Dean patted his backpack.

When the cage suddenly appeared above the manor, and then the light curtain closed completely, isolating the manor area from the outside world, Wu Heng and the other two were 'forced' to be in the very center of the cage.

A hundred angels chanted simultaneously, and the inner walls of the cage began to contract inward, compressing the living space, while releasing a powerful 'divine suppression' force field—a cage specifically designed to target supernatural beings. (End of Chapter)