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"You needn't say any more. You did nothing wrong." Wu Heng interrupted Immacrada. When he had communicated with them inside Baphomet's abdominal cavity earlier, he had already learned everything from their memories.

"I'm not someone who doesn't dare fight back when struck."

"There are many hells competing for souls. If you hadn't acted this time, what awaited you afterward definitely wouldn't have been peaceful resolution, but the siege of even more hell demons."

"Once Blood Floss Hell is branded with the initial impression of being 'weak and easy to bully,' that impression will be etched into the minds of those hell demons, and even the Lords of Hell."

"Then, no matter how we resist afterward, it will only be seen as the impotent fury of the weak, and we'll face even more sieges."

"Even if we are stronger than any one of them at that point, we'll still be outnumbered."

Having said this, Wu Heng lowered his head and looked toward the foot of Holy Mountain. "That is also why I chose to lure Baphomet into Blood Floss Hell and suppress it."

"A living Lord of Hell was trampled beneath my feet. That is the first impression I intend to give them."

"Blood Floss Hell cannot be bullied!"

Wu Heng did not blame Immacrada for launching a 'Demon-Level' battle on her own.

He had already achieved the goal he wanted.

At least for now, many of the previously unrestrained gazes were withdrawing from Blood Floss Hell, no longer daring to continue spying on it.

Qi Song's retreat was one such case.

Since they had already become enemies, Wu Heng would not let Qi Song go. However, he still needed to make plans. He already knew the location of Qi Song's circuit. The monk might flee, but the temple could not.