The leader was an exceptionally burly demon, who had likely been a Teutonic knight in life.
It tilted its head, two clusters of sulfurous flame flickering in the hollows of its sunken skull as it sized up the being who dared enter Hell alone.
"Human." Its voice rasped like a rusted iron gate scraping against its frame. "Do you know where you are?"
Wu Heng did not answer.
He raised his left hand.
The energy circuits on his glove had completed their recalibration the instant he entered Hell.
Blue-gold light erupted from his palm.
The shockwave spread in an instant alongside the explosion, bursting forth with its suppression of darkness and expulsion of shadows.
Wherever the energy passed, the bodies of low-ranking demons carbonized from the point of contact, cracked apart, and turned to ash, like mummies dried under the sun for a thousand years touching flame.
There were no screams, no struggles. They did not even have time to understand what had happened before the hellish energy that formed their existence was neutralized, dismantled, and utterly annihilated.
The Teutonic knight demon only managed to take half a step forward, a muffled rasp rolling from its throat.
Then it froze.
Blue-black light seeped inward from its chest, like concentrated acid eating through paper. It lowered its head to look at the rapidly expanding hole in its breastplate as the sulfurous flames in its eye sockets went out.
Three seconds later, it crumbled soundlessly into a pile of charred debris like a weathered stone statue.
Thirty-seven low-ranking demon guards, annihilated.
Time taken: three seconds.
Wu Heng lowered his left hand and continued forward.
His boots crushed the ashes that still gave off bluish smoke, but his pace neither quickened nor slowed. His gaze remained calm, and he did not even spare