Martin stepped forward.
"Over the past seven days, the energy fluctuations of the demonic angels have increased by forty percent. At this rate, in another twenty days, he may be able to gather one thousand completed forms."
Wu Heng did not turn around.
"Where's Crowley?"
"He's still watching from the sidelines. On the surface, he's restraining the demons, but secretly, he hasn't done anything. The seven legions haven't mobilized, but the defenses at Hell's entrance have clearly been reinforced."
Wu Heng remained silent for a long time.
Everyone watched him and waited.
At last, he turned around.
"Pass on the order."
Renault snapped to attention.
"First, have the feint attack force in Northern Europe withdraw to its original theater. The feint attack is over."
"Yes."
"Second, issue Hell an ultimate ultimatum."
Renault froze for a moment.
"Now?"
"Now."
Wu Heng returned to the main console and pulled up a document that had been drafted long ago.
"Hell has violated the balance of the three realms, secretly aided the demonization of angels, and caused disasters in the human world. Within seventy-two hours, they must hand over Mammon, disband the demonic angel forces, and withdraw all demons from the human world."
He paused.
"Otherwise, the Demon Hunter Guild will commit its entire force, invade Hell, and settle all accounts once and for all."
Renault looked at the document and swallowed.
"Guildmaster, will Crowley agree to this?"
Wu Heng looked at him.
"No."
"Then why send it?"
"To give him a chance to choose." Wu Heng's voice turned cold. "Let him decide for himself whether he stands with us or with Mammon."
He pressed the send button.
The message was transmitted simultaneously through global communication channels and Hell's exclusive energy channel.
Wu Heng had not needed to do this. A direct attack would