This simple motion sent ripples through the entire Balance Field. The Tentacle Throne began to disintegrate, its tentacles woven from shadows, holy light, and fel energy loosening their restraints one by one and retracting into the ground.
The three Hell Lords beneath the throne felt the suppression weaken and began struggling and roaring.
But they no longer had a chance.
Wu Heng raised his right hand, and the runes on the Balance Gloves lit up at once—the red of war, the gray-white of balance, the green of pestilence, and the darkness of death.
He took a step forward.
The ground shook.
Centered on him, a ring of gray-white energy spread outward. It was not fast, but every demon it passed over—whether low-ranking fodder, mid-ranking officers, or even the three Demon Lords—was instantly "erased."
They were not killed. They were directly removed from existence, leaving not even ashes behind.
Ten seconds were only ten seconds.
Within a radius of two thousand meters, not a single Hell creature remained.
Wu Heng lowered his hand and looked beyond Hell's defensive line, where even more demons were gathering. Yet none dared step forward. What they had just witnessed was far too terrifying.
"Tell Lucifer," Wu Heng said. His voice was amplified through the field and carried to every corner of the defensive line. "I'm coming!"
He paused.
"I'll go to the deepest part of Hell and find him myself."
No demon responded, but the momentum of their gathering force clearly faltered.
Wu Heng turned and walked toward the portal leading to the real world. The balance zone at Hell's gateway had completely stabilized. He no longer had to remain here without leaving for even a moment.
The Puppet Wraith under his control walked with steady steps, each one causing the ground to sink slightly.