Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Before Dean could finish speaking, the portal to hell in front of them suddenly began to shake violently, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Lore, can you hear me?" Dean shouted again upon seeing this.

"This commotion is definitely related to him, be careful." Sam pulled Dean back a little to prevent them from being sucked in.

Because the ground around us was shaking violently at that moment.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the gates of hell neither expanded nor closed, but remained strangely solidified.

At the edge of the crack, the dark red sulfurous glow began to solidify and darken like cooled magma, forming a layer of rough material resembling volcanic rock.

The suction force that constantly circulated within the crack, attempting to drag everything around it into hell, weakened and subsided at a visible speed.

In just over ten seconds, the originally dangerous spatial rift transformed into a 'cave' fixed to the ground, with its edges covered in a hardened magma shell, its interior deep and dark, but no longer emitting any suction force, resembling a profound entrance.

Before Dean and Sam could react, a grayish-white light suddenly appeared on the open ground in front of the door.

In the light, Wu Heng's figure appeared, staggering a step.

His right glove was covered in black patterns and had a dim luster. He looked somewhat tired, but his eyes were clear.

"Lore!" Sam exclaimed with delight.

"You're alright?!" Dean rushed over, looking him up and down, his gaze lingering particularly on the gloves covered in black patterns. "These hands..."

"Acting should always be convincing."

Wu Heng spoke briefly, and with a wave of his left hand, several balancing forces transformed into chains, imprisoning several low-level demons who were still unaware of the situation, as well as two low-level angels lurking behind the rocks.

"Clean up the scene first."

The ensuing battle was a foregone conclusion. With the suction force of the Hell Rift gone and Wu Heng's return, the remaining angels and demons were quickly wiped out.

After the battle, Wu Heng walked to the solidified Gate of Hell and reached out to touch the cooled magma material on the door frame.

"What is this??" Sam asked curiously.

“Another application of the power of balance,” Wu Heng said, “solidifying the energy flow of the Hell Passage is like freezing a river into ice. The door is still there, but it no longer pulls in one direction; instead, it can be controlled to pass through in both directions.”

He turned and looked into the distance of the canyon: "Notify the construction team that they can start work now."

For the next three days, this area, which was originally the intersection of the highway, was turned into a huge construction site that was fenced off.

The Witcher Guild had already prepared a professional construction team, which included many 'technical Witchers' who knew basic rune engraving.

They drove their corrosion-resistant heavy machinery onto the site, and then, following the blueprints provided by Wu Heng, began constructing a series of facilities centered around the solidified Gate of Hell.

This time, it's not just about building simple fortresses or walls, but a massive 'balanced field' covering an area of ​​one kilometer in radius.

Wu Heng personally manipulated the remaining power of the glove to guide, divert, and suppress the demonic aura seeping from the Gates of Hell.

The final result amazed everyone.

Centered on the Gates of Hell, within a radius of one hundred kilometers, the demonic aura was forcibly suppressed within a thin layer only three centimeters above the ground.

This aura is extremely weak, capable of killing only some insects and microorganisms. For humans, as long as they wear shoes with soles thicker than three centimeters, they are completely unaffected.

Not only that, the sky also underwent some changes.

The sun, including some of the energy and power within its light, is kept two and a half meters above the ground, or "three feet above the head." Below two and a half meters, the ground temperature is about 5 degrees Celsius lower than above, and the ground temperature remains constant at a fixed 15°C.

The above-mentioned temperature was kept at a height of 2 meters, while the cold, damp air below that temperature was kept at a height of 8 centimeters above the ground.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, it became a place of balance.

At six o'clock in the morning,

An interesting thing happened when the first ray of sunlight tried to penetrate the 2.8-meter-high isolation layer above the equilibrium field.

The observer in the newly built watchtower, a young witcher named Li, is writing his duty log in his notebook.

He suddenly realized that the back of his hand holding the pen could feel the warmth of the sunlight when it was about 2.8 meters above the ground.

But when he lowered his hands to waist height, the warmth disappeared, replaced by a constant, slightly cool 15-degree Celsius air.

"Hey, look at this." Li called over two teammates from his class.

The three of them played a 'temperature sensing game' like children.

Raise your arm and feel the warmth of the sunlight; lower your arm and feel the constant temperature. The insulating layer is like an invisible dividing line, separating the upper and lower parts into two completely different worlds.

“It’s amazing.” One of the team members, the old Witcher nicknamed “The Smoker,” lit a cigarette and found that the smoke stopped rising when it reached about 2.5 meters. Instead, it spread horizontally, as if it had hit an invisible glass ceiling. “Even the smoke can’t go up.”

In the distance, Dean was leading a team of newcomers in an acclimatization training session at the edge of the field.

He crouched down and poked the thin layer of demonic aura three centimeters above the ground with his finger.

The breath seemed to come alive, wrapping around his fingertips and bringing a slight tingling sensation, like being hit by static electricity.

"Can you feel it?" Dean said to the newcomers behind him. "This layer won't kill you, but if any idiot runs around barefoot here, it'll erode the soles of your feet."

"Remember, make sure the boots have thick soles, don't skimp on that little bit of money."

A newcomer asked curiously, "Senior Dean, what if we lie on the ground?"

Dean glanced at him: "You'd better pray your belly is big enough."

"Three centimeters, which is exactly the height at which most insects crawl, and also the distance between your ears and the ground when you lie down. Want to try what it feels like to have demonic energy poured into your ears?"

The newlywed's face turned pale, and he shook his head vigorously.

Meanwhile, Sam is testing the field's 'reveal' function.

He sent a witcher researcher, who had volunteered to have a small amount of harmless demon blood extract injected into his body, into the center of the field.

When the researcher reached a height of about half a meter above the ground, he began to emit an extremely faint, yet clearly visible, dark red halo around him on the internet addiction monitoring screen.

The intensity, wavelength, and fluctuation frequency of the halo are displayed in real time on the screen in the main control room.

"The error is within three per thousand." Sam looked at the data report. "Even the lowest concentration of residual demonic energy can be marked within 0.8 seconds of entering the field."

Wu Heng stood in the control room, facing a monitoring screen that occupied an entire wall.

On the screen, on the grid representing the energy state within a 100-kilometer radius, apart from the stable red dot at the center (the Gate of Hell), the rest of the area was a pale green representing 'purity'. (End of Chapter)