Lilith looked up toward the surface and sneered inwardly. "Reality's suppression is too strong. There's nothing I can do to you here."
"But with this Hell Portal, things will be different. Although it can't bring more demons into the real world, I have a secret technique that can temporarily open a passage inward."
"I'll drag you and your puppet into hell together!"
She knew full well that once they entered hell, it would become the demons' home ground, where she made the rules.
By then, an overwhelming horde of demons could crush Wu Heng to death through sheer numbers. No matter how capable he was, he would be doomed to escape no more than a wingless bird.
At the thought, Lilith urged excitedly, "Pick up the pace!"
Inside the cave.
Wu Heng sat cross-legged, his face as still as a frozen lake, without the slightest ripple.
Yet his consciousness was like a precision instrument, simultaneously monitoring two critical processes, inside and out.
Most of his focus was invested in the Evil Spirit known as Flayer before him.
The blood-red skeleton was tightly bound by countless tentacles flickering with dark incantations, suspended in the center of the incantation array.
It had originally struggled and howled madly, but its movements were gradually becoming sluggish. The scarlet soul-fire dancing in its eye sockets also began to flicker erratically, like a candle guttering in the wind.
The Evil Spirit Puppet's power was forcibly invading Flayer's soul core in an almost infectious, virus-like manner.
This was precisely why Wu Heng could shorten the Morik Family ancestors' enslavement ritual, which required centuries of painstaking effort, to just a few days.
Rather than starting from scratch to "cultivate" control over an Evil Spirit, he copied the already mature and absolutely obedient "control module" within the Evil Spirit