Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"That's enough." Wu Heng immediately severed the connection.

The image disappeared, but the coordinates had already been recorded.

“Now,” Wu Heng turned to Elijah, “I need your help to maintain a stable location. The next operation… will be very violent.”

He stepped out of the ritual room and into the deepest forbidden area of ​​the guild, above the room where Lucifer and Michael were sealed.

This place originally had a thick alloy floor, but now the floor has been removed, revealing a gray-white energy cage fifty meters below.

The two points of light in the cage were still slowly rotating, but they were dimmer than before.

Wu Heng had previously extracted one-fifth of their power, and now they were as weak as candle flames in the wind.

Wu Heng stood at the edge, looking down at the cage.

Then he raised his right hand, and the balancing glove lit up with four-colored light, but this time he did not draw power, but instead... injected it.

The grayish-white balancing force cascaded down like a waterfall, pouring into the outer wall of the cage.

The cage began to expand and deform, growing from the original room size into an irregular, constantly writhing energy body.

It rose upwards, pierced through the rock layers, passed through the guild buildings, and finally hovered above the guild's main square.

All the witchers looked up at the energy cage that hovered in mid-air, radiating a terrifying pressure.

"What is that..." someone asked in a low voice.

“Lucifer and Michael’s cage.” Elijah had also arrived at the square at some point. He looked up, his golden eyes filled with shock. “This guild master forcibly expanded the size of the cage using the power of balance, changing its spatial properties… He wanted to use the cage as an anchor point to block the chasm in purgatory.”

At this moment, Wu Heng stood in the center of the square, his hands raised high.

The cage began to descend.

It wasn't free fall, but a controlled, slow descent, with the target being the Earthly location corresponding to the coordinates provided by Sarah: Granzpass City, the giant crater left by the explosion of the Leviathan headquarters.

The moment the cage touched the edge of the giant pit, the space emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass.

This sound is a mournful cry from a space that has been forcibly distorted.

At the center of the giant crater, the spatial structure that had already healed was torn apart again, and a dark red crack slowly opened.

On the other side of the crack, one can vaguely see a scene of purgatory.

However, the crack is unstable, and its edges are constantly collapsing, reforming, and collapsing again, so it needs to be stabilized.

The cage continued to descend, like a giant gray nail, driven hard into the center of the crack.

The moment they made contact, energy erupted, and the two spatial rules clashed fiercely.

The crack tried to close, but the balancing force of the cage forcibly pushed it open. The gray and dark red energy streams tore at each other like two giant pythons, and the shockwaves they generated blew away the debris of the surrounding ruins.

Wu Heng stood in the eye of the storm, his hands still in a spellcasting posture, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

This was his first attempt to use a cage to fix the spatial crack.

The risk is extremely high. If it fails, the cage may collapse and Lucifer and Michael may escape; even if it succeeds, the cage may be stuck in the crack for a long time and cannot be retrieved.

But he did not hesitate.

The cage sank inch by inch into the cracks, and the gray balance force filled the edges of the cracks like cement, forcibly solidifying the spatial structure.

The dark red infernal energy launched a fierce counterattack, but it was gradually suppressed and solidified by the power of balance.

This process lasted a full ten minutes.

Finally, the cage was completely embedded in the crack, with only a small part of its top exposed to the air above.

The crack was fixed into a stable circular channel about three meters in diameter. The edges of the channel were solidified gray energy walls, and inside, a scene of purgatory could be seen slowly flowing, like a window to hell.

Wu Heng lowered his hand, panting.

Successful.

The crack has been fixed.

But the price is that Lucifer and Michael's cages have now become the door frame of this passage, and to maintain the stability of the passage, the cages must remain stuck here.

He turned to look at the demon hunters gathered behind him.

"The duration of the passage is uncertain," Wu Heng said coldly. "Problems may arise; it could be a year from now, or it could be a second from now. Once a problem occurs, the cage's energy will be depleted, the crack will close again, and it will never be able to be opened this way again, so..."

He looked at Elijah, at the nine men who had returned from Purgatory, and at all the witchers present.

"Who's willing to go in and bring our brothers home?"

After a brief silence, hands were raised.

One, ten, fifty... In the end, except for essential personnel who had to stay at the guild, almost all the demon hunters raised their hands.

Wu Heng nodded.

"Prepare your gear. We'll depart in three hours." He said in a deep voice. "Remember, you have limited time. You must find Dean and the others, and then everyone must retreat. No exceptions."

The crowd dispersed, and tense preparations began.

Sarah walked to Wu Heng's side, looked at the crack, and whispered, "President, I want to go with you. I want to... bring my brother back myself."

“Okay,” Wu Heng agreed. “But you need to know that if you die inside, your child will truly be without a mother.”

Sarah bit her lip, but her eyes remained firm.

“Alan chose to stay there so that I could come back,” she said. “Now it’s my turn.”

Wu Heng did not try to persuade him further.

He looked into the dark red infernal sky deep within the crack.

The inferno is filled with countless monsters, and with every second that passes, the chances of survival for the demon hunters within it diminish. It is imperative to bring the survivors back from hell as quickly as possible.

This is a race against time, a race against death. The countdown has officially begun.

In purgatory,
The temporary camp was built inside a huge, half-buried metal wreckage.

The material of the wreckage is unknown, its surface is covered with a honeycomb structure, and its edges are as sharp as blades.

Castio speculated that this might be part of a war machine that fell into purgatory in ancient times, with enough internal space to hold two hundred people, and an exceptionally hard outer shell that could withstand most attacks from purgatory monsters, as long as it didn't cause too much of a commotion.

A small, eerie blue fire burned in the center of the camp. The fuel was oil extracted from a type of fungus called the 'Wailing Mushroom,' which burned without smoke but emitted a pungent, acidic smell that repelled low-level infernal creatures.

The firelight illuminated the weary faces around them. Including the newly gathered witchers, there were more than a hundred of them, some sitting, some lying down, some tending to their wounds, some checking their weapons, and some talking in hushed tones.

Castio sat by the fire, holding a piece of dark red jerky in his hand, chewing slowly.

It tastes like burnt rubber mixed with rust, but it provides energy.

His angelic power has recovered somewhat, to about 20% of what it was before, enough to cast a few simple healing or perception spells, but far from enough to sustain high-intensity combat.

Benny leaned against the opposite side, sharpening his bone blade with a whetstone.

The blade was badly worn, requiring significantly more force to swing. (End of Chapter)