"And you've forgotten who the true master here is." Wu Heng's voice made the entirety of Hell tremble.
At Wu Heng's command, chain after chain transformed into a burning web of chains, completely isolating the area. But just as he was about to seal the Black Pool shut for good, violent energy fluctuations suddenly surged from Hell's core.
Naoko's gray cocoon was glowing.
The silver-black specks of light condensed into arrows and shot precisely into the foreheads of every Cenobite corrupted by the black water.
These Cenobites, tainted by Satan's "arrogance" trait, did not collapse. Instead, they began performing bizarre movements, clawing at their own bodies. The black blood flowing from their wounds formed new silver-black incantations in the air.
Wu Heng recognized it as a ritual—a method of falling.
Naoko was using this method to tell Wu Heng that she did not wish to cause Hell any trouble. At the same time, she was ruthlessly slapping Satan in the face with her actions.
Within the continuously sealed Black Pool, the water churned and released intense waves of unwillingness, but it was all futile.
Atop the obsidian spire, Wu Heng stared at the three layered shadows split beneath his feet.
Satan's arrogance had caused demonic horns to grow from the right half of his body. The Goat-Man Devil's hypocrisy had covered his left cheek in compound eyes. Only the shadow in the middle, his own, retained a relatively clear human outline.
Yet at that moment, a silver crack had appeared over the humanoid figure's chest, its pattern somewhat resembling a twisted "F."
"So that's it!" Wu Heng suddenly burst into laughter, his voice shattering the churning Hell within a hundred-mile radius. "Naoko, you've truly given me a great gift!"
He understood why Naoko had dripped a drop of power formed