Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

It resembles a moving hill of internal organs, exceeding ten meters in height, with no clear head, and its body is composed of countless fleshy valves that constantly open and close, flowing with acidic mucus.

At the center of the valve is a giant mouth with a diameter of over three meters, which contains not teeth, but layers of bone grinding discs rotating at high speed.

It moves by rolling, leaving behind a smoky, thoroughly corroded ravine with each roll.

The body did not exude an aura of power, but rather a pure, greedy hunger for material existence, as if it wanted to devour everything in front of it.

Then, strange ripples spread out from the thick fog.

The figure of the dream weaver appears and disappears.

It has no fixed shape; it is more like a viscous mist of light that constantly changes color and shape.

Countless translucent tentacles, existing somewhere between solidity and energy, emerged from the mist, each ending in a slowly rotating eyeball.

It didn't approach; it simply hovered in mid-air. All the eyes focused on it simultaneously, and an invisible spiritual wave spread out like a tide.

Several demon hunters with weaker mental strength groaned, their eyes instantly becoming unfocused, and strange smiles or extreme fear appeared on their faces. They began to turn their guns on their companions or walked blankly towards the edge of the crack.

"It's mental pollution! Close your eyes and activate mental protection!" Renault yelled at the doctor, feeling a strong wave of dizziness and auditory hallucinations himself.

Borax bullets and ordinary energy weapons had negligible effect on the Abyss Chewers.

Its fleshy flaps have amazing regenerative ability and energy resistance; a broken wound will be filled with new granulation tissue within seconds.

The Dream Weaver is formless and intangible, making it virtually ineffective against physical attacks, but its mental attacks penetrate most defenses and directly erode consciousness.

The defenses began to crumble.

The Chewer crushed a makeshift fortification, and two witchers who couldn't dodge in time were swallowed by its maw and disappeared before they could even scream.

The illusions created by the dream weavers cause more people to panic and even turn against each other.

Just as the chaos was about to escalate, Wu Heng made his move.

He did not approach the massive chewers, nor did he directly attack the dream weavers of nothingness.

Instead, he slowly raised his left hand, and on the balance glove, the red halo representing war suddenly lit up. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a chilling rule of iron and blood.

He made a grasping motion in mid-air, aiming towards the direction of the Chewers of the Abyss.

There was no loud noise, no explosion.

But the giant beast, which was rolling forward with unstoppable momentum, suddenly froze. The fleshy valves on its body, which were constantly opening and closing and secreting mucus, stopped wriggling at the same instant.

It was not that it was bound by external forces, but rather that its internal movement and desire to devour were temporarily negated.

It transformed into a static, bizarre mountain of flesh sculpture, and the grinding disc within its terrifying maw ceased its rotation, emitting a screeching, jamming sound.

Almost simultaneously with the movement of his left hand, Wu Heng raised his right hand, and the black halo of famine glowed dimly.

He gently twirled his five fingers toward the ever-changing cloud of light and mist of the Dream Weaver.

The space around the Dream Weaver seemed to have been instantly drained of some kind of nourishment.

Its body, existing between reality and illusion, began to fluctuate violently, its colors dimmed, and its outstretched spiritual tendrils withered and dried up like vines that had lost their moisture.

The behaviors upon which they depend for drawing spiritual energy from their surroundings to maintain their existence and exercise their abilities are forcibly taken away.

It emitted a silent, yet sharp, mournful cry that everyone could sense, and its form rapidly shrank and faded.

But this was only temporary control. Wu Heng knew very well that with the power he was currently using, he could not suppress this level of primordial monsters for long, especially when dealing with two at the same time.

He needs a weakness, he needs a fatal blow.

His gaze was sharp as a scalpel, quickly analyzing the two monsters.

The Chewer's inner movement and devouring desires are disrupted by the rules of war, but its core vitality remains immense; the Dream Weaver is deprived of its source of spiritual energy, but its illusory nature makes it difficult to be physically destroyed.

In a flash, Wu Heng made a decision.

He flashed and appeared at the edge of the still 'Abyss Chewer's' giant maw as if by teleportation.

Just as the suppressive effect began to weaken, the fleshy valve at the very center of the chewer trembled, about to begin opening and closing again.
Wu Heng instantly boosted the power of the balancing glove, causing the four-colored light wheels to shine simultaneously with unprecedented brightness, and then forcibly blended them together!
The grayish-white primordial balancing power, mixed with the corrosive properties of the plague and the ambiance of death, was compressed by him into a thin, hair-like gray light, yet extremely solid.

Instead of attacking the chewer's thick flesh directly, he precisely shot the gray light into the central hub of the bone grinding disc, which had just resumed rotation and was not yet running smoothly, deep within the giant mouth.

The grinding disc is the core organ of the chewer, responsible for ingesting and transforming substances, and is the most concentrated manifestation of their 'desire'.

As the gray light entered, the Abyss Chewer's mountain-like body trembled violently the next second.

Its grinding disc began to rotate out of control, sometimes accelerating wildly, and sometimes completely jammed.

Its fleshy valves on its body surface opened and closed wildly, but instead of secreting digestive juices, they sprayed out chaotic energy streams and undigested residue.

It began to collapse from within.

Its enormous body expanded and contracted uncontrollably, like a deformed heart about to explode.

Finally, with a muffled, explosive sound as if it came from the bottom of an abyss, it exploded.

The body, like a poorly made building block being disintegrated, turned into a pool of viscous liquid that kept evaporating, shrinking, and eventually leaving only a few black residues that seeped into the ground.

Almost at the same moment the Chewer collapsed, Wu Heng's figure appeared in mid-air, facing the weak, dim Dreamweaver that was trying to reform.

The Dream Weaver sensed a deadly threat, and all its remaining eyeball tentacles shot wildly at Wu Heng, the mental attack condensing into a tangible, pale beam of light.

Wu Heng neither dodged nor avoided, but clasped his hands together, and his power transformed into countless gray light spots finer than dust, which gently sprinkled onto the Dream Weaver's ever-changing body.

These points of light carry Lucifer's destructive power.

The Dream Weaver has no real physical form; its existence depends on a specific spiritual energy structure and the rules of purgatory.

When Lucifer's power seeped into its energy structure like the deadliest virus, it solidified its ever-changing body.

Like an abstract painting that was frozen in time, and then the canvas began to rot and fade from the edges.

Its colors peeled away layer by layer, fading and dimming, and its eye-like tendrils lost their luster one by one, scattering like ashes after they had burned out.

It made no sound, but everyone present could feel a silent, soul-level dissolution.

A few seconds later, only a small, slowly swirling, lifeless gray mist remained in place, before being blown away by the winds of purgatory, leaving no trace.

From the appearance of the two monsters to Wu Heng's intervention, and then to their complete disappearance, the entire process took less than two minutes.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Only the mournful howl of the infernal wind blowing through the cracks and the faint roars of monsters in the distance could be heard. (End of Chapter)