Wu Heng stood atop the shoulder of the evolved Evil Spirit Puppet, his icy gaze sweeping across the demon legion surging toward him like a black tide.
He knew full well that this was no place to linger.
Hell was the demons' home ground. The longer this dragged on, the more—and stronger—enemies would be drawn here.
The surrounding demons seemed to have keenly sensed Wu Heng's intention to break through. Under the roaring commands of the red-eyed demon deputy commander at their head, they became like an enraged swarm of bees, moths rushing into flame. They completely abandoned their scattered assaults and began closing in with organized, layered encirclements.
Three layers within and three layers without, packed densely enough to nearly seal off every possible path forward for the Evil Spirit Puppet. They intended to drown it beneath overwhelming numbers and trap it to death.
Hell's hierarchy was incomparably strict.
Within the same faction, low-ranking demons had to obey the orders of their superiors absolutely. The very essence of their souls was controlled by higher beings, and high-ranking demons like Lilith possessed the authority to issue commands on their behalf.
This control was absolute. Even if there were mountains of blades and seas of fire ahead, once an order was issued, they had to charge without hesitation.
Of course, if a commander, like this one now, caused heavy losses to the legion under her command through a mistaken judgment, Lilith would inevitably have to bear Lucifer's wrath afterward.
In the Lord of Hell's eyes, there were no pawns that could not be sacrificed—only incompetent commanders.
Wu Heng sensed the soul fragments and dark energy continuously spilling into the air as large numbers of demons died. His eyes shifted slightly. Since these fools were so eager to die, he might as