"Now!"
When the many angels sensed an obvious weak point in the barrier, all six raised their scepters at once. Pure white holy light converged into a massive pillar several meters wide and crashed down with a thunderous roar.
Almost simultaneously, the three archdemons opened their enormous mouths and spewed dark green hellfire. Countless fragments of wailing souls mingled within the flames as they struck the barrier from the other side.
A pincer attack.
Wu Heng spun around sharply. The four-colored energies on the raised glove of his right hand abruptly merged into a chaotic dark gray, and he thrust his hand forward.
BOOM—!!!
The Balance Barrier did not shatter, but it shook violently.
The dark gray energy collided with the holy light and hellfire, erupting in a blinding flash, a deafening blast, and a shockwave that pulverized the densely packed bones on the hill. Even the engine devices nearby began to sway.
When the light faded, the angels and demons saw Wu Heng sitting on the ground, his right hand braced against the earth. The glow on his glove had noticeably dimmed, and unstable black vein-like patterns had even surfaced across it.
"He's suffering backlash!" an angel shouted excitedly. "The glove is starting to lose control—push harder!"
What they did not know was that Wu Heng, kneeling on the ground, lowered his head to look at the black patterns that had appeared on the glove at just the right moment. The corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
Over the next ten minutes, the battle reached a fever pitch.
Wu Heng was "forced" to use the glove's power again and again.
He used the power of war to drive back the archdemons, the power of pestilence to weaken the angels' holy light shields, the power of death to temporarily