Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

This simple action caused ripples throughout the entire balanced field. The Tentacle Throne began to disintegrate, and the tentacles, woven from shadows, holy light, and fel energy, loosened their restraints and retreated back to the ground.

The three-headed hell lord beneath the throne sensed the pressure lessening and began to struggle and roar.

But they no longer have a chance.

Wu Heng raised his right hand, and the runes on the balance glove lit up simultaneously: the red of war, the gray-white of balance, the green of plague, and the darkness of death.

He took a step forward.

The ground shook.

Centered on him, a gray-white energy wave spread out. It was not fast, but wherever it passed, all demons, whether low-ranking soldiers, mid-ranking officers, or even the three-headed demon lord, were instantly 'erased'.

It's not killing, it's erasing them from the level of existence, leaving not even ashes behind.

Ten seconds is just ten seconds.

Within a radius of two kilometers, no hellish creatures have been found.

Wu Heng lowered his hand and looked outside the Hell Defense Line, where more demons were gathering, but they dared not approach; the scene just now had been too intimidating.

"Tell Lucifer," Wu Heng said, his voice amplified by the field, reaching every corner of the defensive line, "I'm coming!"

He paused.

"I will personally go to the deepest part of hell to find him."

There was no response from the demons, but the momentum of their gathering clearly stalled.

Wu Heng turned around and walked towards the portal to the real world. The balance zone of the Hell portal had been completely stabilized, and he no longer had to be unable to leave this place for even a moment.

The puppet spirit he controlled moved very steadily, each step causing the ground to sink slightly.

The throne has vanished, but behind it remains a solid phantom composed of pure balancing power, continuing to manifest here. This is a portion of his separated power, enough to sustain the defenses for twenty-four hours.

Twenty-four hours is enough for him to handle real-world matters. Eve is dead; it's time to eliminate the rabble.

There is also Heaven, and there is Lucifer's Purgatory.

Wu Heng stepped into the portal and his figure disappeared.

The front lines of hell returned to silence, with only the balancing phantom hovering in mid-air, emitting a faint gray-white light, like a warning beacon.

In the deeper depths of hell, a pair of burning eyes opened, gazing toward the defensive line.

“Ridiculous,” Lucifer’s voice echoed in the darkness. “A human being.”

Although he possessed a corpse in reality, his true power remained deep within hell; what he possessed in reality was merely his soul.

The first to notice the portal's ripples as it tore through the air in the open space outside the command center was a young Witcher who was inspecting an assault vehicle.

He was still holding a wrench in his hand. He looked up and saw a black military boot step out from the distorted light screen.

Then it's about the whole person.

Wu Heng stepped out of the teleportation portal, and the light curtain behind him quickly closed.

He looked no different from when he left, in his black combat uniform, with the same calm expression, and wearing that balancing glove on his right hand.

But something has changed.

He was surrounded by a faint, grayish-white aura, like heat waves distorting the air—the remnants of an overexertion of the power of balance that could not be fully contained.

The young witcher dropped the wrench to the ground with a clatter.

"Meet the president?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried far in the quiet evening. Bobby, who was coming out of the command center with a cup of coffee, froze. The coffee cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground, the brown liquid splashing onto his trouser leg, but he didn't look down.

"President Lor?" Bobby's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

More witchers emerged from buildings, tents, and behind vehicles.

They stopped what they were doing, put down their weapons, wiped the grease off their faces, and all looked at the person in the center of the open space.

No one cheered, no one shouted, they just watched quietly, but a light shone again in everyone's eyes. It was something akin to faith, like a drowning person seeing driftwood, like seeing reinforcements in dire straits.

Dean walked out, leaning against the door frame. His side wound was still bleeding, but he stood very straight. He looked at Wu Heng with an excited expression. Sam followed behind him, carrying the unconscious Castio on his shoulder.

Wu Heng's gaze swept over everyone, lingering for a moment on Dean's wound and Castio's drooping arm, before he spoke, his voice calm as ever: "What's going on?"

Bobby took a deep breath, forcing himself to recover from the shock: "After Eve died, the hybrids lost their infectivity, but there are still at least 30,000 roaming around. Crowley is capturing them to use as material for the Purgatory ritual. The government has intervened, wanting samples, Angels." He glanced at Castio, "They just ambushed Raphael, wanting containers. Cassie is seriously injured."

“Casdio will be fine for now,” Wu Heng said, reaching out to Castio. The residual energy from Raphael at Castio’s wound instantly dissipated, and at the same time, a strange aura wrapped around Castio’s body.

This is the power of 'death', which Castio cannot be taken away by any of the Grim Reapers at this moment.

"The location of the hybrid monster," Wu Heng said calmly.

Bobby immediately reported the three areas with the highest concentration of hybrids, as well as the location with the strongest Crowley energy fluctuations.

Wu Heng raised his right hand.

There was no chanting, no gestures, just a simple raising of the hand, palms facing upwards.

The tentacle, which had absorbed a large amount of local gods, emerged from the shadows of the ground, coiled into a circle, and reflected the images of those locations like a mirror in the center.

Bobby immediately confirmed this, and his tentacles retracted, causing Wu Heng's body to disappear from the spot.

Ten minutes later, Wu Heng arrived at the center of these three locations.

Raise your left hand, and at the same time, the runes on the balance glove light up in sequence:
The greyish-white 'balance,' the dark red 'war,' the ghastly green 'plague,' and finally the deep black 'death,' intertwined and swirled, forming an ever-expanding energy sphere in his palm.

The sphere detached from the palm, rose into the air, stopped at a height of thirty meters, and then...
It exploded with a bang!

The grayish-white light waves spread outwards in a spherical shape, moving slowly like ripples on water, but covering a vast area. The light waves swept across the Witcher's temporary camp, through the forest, and continued to spread outwards.

Fifty kilometers, one hundred kilometers, one hundred and fifty kilometers.

In every area swept by the light wave, urgent reports simultaneously rang out on the Witcher's communicator:
"The hybrid signal in region B3 has disappeared!"

"Energy reading in zone E7 has reached zero!"

"All monsters in the western forest have stopped showing any vital signs!"

The light wave lasted for ten seconds, then dissipated.

Wu Heng lowered his hand, the light on his gloves gradually fading: "Cleanup complete."

The entire temporary camp of the Witcher who were clearing out the hybrids was deathly silent, and the footage was transmitted back to the Witcher Guild at the right time.

Then, I don't know who started it, but someone burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy laugh, but the kind of laughter that comes from being tense for too long and then suddenly relaxing, almost hysterical.

Then came the second, the third. Some people squatted down and covered their faces, their shoulders shaking, while others looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

Dean looked at Wu Heng, who had returned, and forced a smile: "Couldn't you have come back sooner?"

“The front line of Hell needs to be stabilized.” Wu Heng walked towards him, reached out and pressed his hand on the wound on his side. Grayish-white light surged in, and Dean groaned as he felt the intense pain in the wound quickly subside and the muscle tissue heal rapidly.

"Where is Crowley's latest location?" (End of Chapter)