Advancing to Lord of Hell

Under the convergence of countless red beams, Wu Heng's body, already swollen to a hundred times its size, suddenly exploded, turning into countless crystalline snowflakes tinged with red.

In Baphomet's hollow eyes, an excited mist writhed.

As the hell beneath its feet trembled, the black mist around its skeleton seemed to fall deathly still, frozen in place.

Immacrada's bound body was also released by that tremor.

Having regained her freedom, she used the High Priest's authority to vanish from the spot in an instant.

Baphomet reacted in less than an instant. Its enormous ram-skull head abruptly lunged back in the direction from which it had come, but the red vortex had already vanished.

The means of return it had left behind had also been destroyed by the most intense wave of this hell's ascension.

It had become a turtle in a jar!

Baphomet could only watch helplessly as, atop the distant mountain, countless crystalline snowflakes streaked with crimson continued to swirl and reform.

It was not that it did not want to stop them.

Rather, Blood Floss Hell had just connected with the entire world's "gestation" trait. The power it had accumulated over countless years had gained a true master.

At this moment, it was the foreign presence within Blood Floss Hell.

The power of the entire Blood Floss Hell was now inexhaustible. Under the rejection response, the black mist it had originally spread out to resist the hell had been compressed against the surface of its skeleton.

Although an outburst from it could break through the suppression, it had long since lost its own hell, and the power within it recovered very slowly. The environment before it was like a powder keg.

It was the fuse.

Any movement would cause the entire hell to target it and grind it