The six metal limbs moved with astonishing speed and coordination, each stomp gouging deep cracks into the ground.
The instant it launched forward, it even triggered a low sonic boom. Its speed then surged to the limit, and the sound of breaking through the air vanished, leaving only the deep howl of an object tearing through the atmosphere at high speed.
The desolate, twisted landscape of Hell rapidly receded around them. Rivers of lava, mountains of bones, and withered forests of suffering all blurred into indistinct patches of color.
Inside the protective pod, Wu Heng continuously analyzed the fundamental energy components permeating the air that formed Hell's unique laws.
At the same time, barely perceptible "traits" closely connected to his origin were silently separated from him. Like the tiniest spores, they quietly mixed into the analyzed energy particles and, as the Evil Spirit Puppet raced onward, were scattered along its path.
These marked energy particles would drift along with Hell's inherent energy currents.
They might be accidentally inhaled by some low-level demon, attach themselves to a floating fragment of resentment, or gather on their own into inconspicuous dust.
But at some point in the future, whenever Wu Heng needed them, a specific signal would be enough for those scattered "spores" to swiftly converge and form a hidden marker that only he could recognize and activate.
After running at full speed for roughly half an hour, the Evil Spirit Puppet suddenly slammed to a stop. Its six metal limbs plowed deep furrows into the ground as it came to an abrupt halt.
Ahead, a "small mountain" formed from countless twisted bones blocked the way.
No, it was not a mountain. It was a living creature!
It slowly rose to its feet, standing as tall as a three-story building.
Its appearance was