Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Crowley walked toward the warehouse door, but stopped at the threshold and looked back.

His gaze swept across the entire warehouse, over the pale yellow slime, over the holes in the floor, and over the remains of the ceiling.

Finally, he scanned the surrounding shadows, but there was nothing there but ordinary darkness.

Crowley smiled, pushed open the door and left; only he knew about this.

The footsteps fade away.

The warehouse fell completely silent.

The moonlight moved, and the light spots slowly crawled across the ground.

Five minutes later, the shadow in the northwest corner suddenly twitched.

Wu Heng emerged from the shadows.

He walked to the center of the warehouse, stood at the edge of the five-meter-diameter pit, looked down at the golden afterglow at the bottom of the pit, then looked up and surveyed the signs of destruction around him.

His face was expressionless.

There was no surprise, no anger, no worry; it was as if they were watching something that had nothing to do with them.

Then stretch out your hand, making a grasping motion with your palm facing the air.

The pale yellow slime, the golden energy residue, the broken rune fragments, and the lingering echoes of incantations in the air—all these intangible things were forcibly collected and compressed by a force, finally condensing into a fist-sized ball of light in his palm.

Inside the sphere of light, one can see everything that just happened: the drawing of rune arrays, the chanting of incantations, the eruption of light pillars, Castio absorbing Leviathan, and Crowley being imprisoned.

A complete record of the 'Purgatory Opening Ceremony'.

Wu Heng clenched his fist, crushing the ball of light, which then transformed into countless points of light that merged into his body.

Then he turned and walked toward the door without stopping or looking back, as if he had just passed by and happened to witness an insignificant farce.

Outside the door, the wilderness remained unchanged.

The withered grass swayed in the night wind, moonlight spilled onto the frozen earth, and the distant horizon disappeared into the darkness.

Wu Heng blended into the night and disappeared.

The warehouse behind him continued to slowly collapse.

A pale yellow viscous liquid seeped from the crack, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

Deep underground, the roar of purgatory still faintly echoed.

Like a startled beast, it rolled over in its cage and continued to sleep.

Waiting to be summoned again.

The location of the Witcher Guild is 300 meters underground in the Balanced Field.

There are no lights here, only the faint phosphorescence emitted by the rocks themselves.

The air was still as deep as a tomb, the temperature was constant at twelve degrees Celsius, and the humidity was zero.

In the absolute silence, even the sound of one's own heartbeat seemed deafening.

Wu Heng sat on a flat piece of black basalt.

The rock surface is engraved with complex patterns, which are natural crystal patterns formed by long-term energy penetration. The patterns radiate outward from the center and eventually converge on the ground three meters in front of him.

It looked like just an ordinary rock formation.

But Wu Heng's eyes can see more.

Fifty meters below the rock, a room is suspended in the air.

The four walls are made of pure energy, and the gray-white power intertwines to form an airtight cage. Inside the cage, there is no light, no sound, no flow of time, only an environment of eternal suffering.

Lucifer and Michael were inside.

They were compressed into two points of light, one pure black and the other pure white. The points of light rotated slowly, repelling and attracting each other at the same time, maintaining a fragile balance in stillness.

This method of imprisonment neither puts them to sleep nor keeps them awake, keeping them in a semi-conscious state where their strength is constantly depleted but cannot be replenished.

Wu Heng raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

Position your palm against the rock layer below.

The surface of the balancing glove rippled with subtle waves, like water droplets falling into calm water. The ripples penetrated the rock, traveled fifty meters, and silently touched the outer wall of the energy cage.

The cage did not respond.

It is designed as a one-way transparent structure, so that external forces can enter, but internal forces cannot escape.

This is one of the prototypes of the cage envisioned by God. Wu Heng spent three months reverse-engineering it before he was able to successfully analyze it.

His fingertips were slightly bent.

A nearly imperceptible grayish-white filament emerged from the glove, like the finest spider silk, piercing through the outer wall of the cage and probing inside.

The filament first touches the black light spot.

This is the power of Lucifer.

The moment they made contact, countless fragments exploded in Wu Heng's mind: the wailing from the deepest part of hell, the resoluteness of betrayal, the pain of falling into depravity, and a kind of lingering, almost childish anger that had been worn away by the long years.

The essence of power is pure 'negation'—negating rules, negating order, and negating all established existence.

The fine thread absorbed a strand.

The amount is very small, perhaps only one millionth of the power Lucifer currently possesses.

But that was enough for Wu Heng.

He withdrew that wisp of power, condensing it into a black crystal in his palm. Fine cracks continuously appeared on the surface of the crystal, but were forcibly healed under the restraint of the balancing force.

Then the filament turns towards the white light spot.

The power of Michael.

This time, the feeling was completely different: the lingering echoes of heavenly hymns, the confusion behind loyalty, the distortion of personality crushed by mission, and a kind of deep-seated jealousy that even I dared not admit.

The essence of power is absolute obedience—obedience to a higher will, obedience to predetermined destiny, obedience to everything called 'right'.

It also absorbs a wisp.

White crystals formed in the palm of my left hand.

Wu Heng retracted the fine silk thread and clasped his hands together.

The two crystals collided and annihilated in his palm, turning into a pure energy stream that he absorbed. The process lasted three seconds. When it ended, two faint lights, one black and one white, flashed deep in his pupils before disappearing.

He opened his eyes.

This is the seventy-third theft.

From the day the seal was completed, he would come here every midnight, stay for thirty minutes, and steal two strands of power.

The quantity was controlled perfectly, just outside of Lucifer and Michael's perception.

They would attribute these losses to the 'continuous punishment of the cage' rather than suspect that someone was stealing from outside.

Wu Heng needs more than just strength.

He needs to understand their nature, break down their structure, and find a way to completely devour them.

The seal is only temporary; the cage will eventually wear down, and the cell door will eventually rust.

The real solution is to throw the fuel into the furnace and burn it to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

He stood up and took one last look at the rock formations below.

Then turn around and walk up the narrow passage you came from.

The passage is vertical, without steps, only with depressions in the rock wall spaced two meters apart.

Wu Heng didn't need to climb; he walked on the vertical rock face as if it were flat ground, and gravity around him twisted into a controllable variable.

Three minutes later, he returned to the third basement level of the guild.

This is a restricted area; only he has permission to enter.

The corridor is flanked by heavy alloy doors, behind which are stored various dangerous items: the remains of ancient evil spirits, cursed objects permanently frozen in time, and dozens of evil items recovered from all over the world that have yet to be deciphered.

Wu Heng walked through the corridor, his footsteps echoing rhythmically in the open space.

He stopped before the seventh door. (End of Chapter)